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“The piranhas said nothing, but they thrashed about in their bowl, ominously.”
― Fortunately, the Milk
― Fortunately, the Milk
“And perhaps a deliberate act of forgetting went along with forgiveness. You forgave, and then you said to yourself: Now I shall forget. Because if you did not forget, then your forgiveness would be tested, perhaps many times and in ways that you could not resist, and you might go back to anger, and to hating.”
― The Minor Adjustment Beauty Salon
― The Minor Adjustment Beauty Salon
“I'm not a gorilla," I said. "I am a human father.”
― Fortunately, the Milk
― Fortunately, the Milk
“I had made an early policy decision to drink the native beer despite the undoubted horrors of the process of fabrication. On my very first visit to a Dowayo beer party, this was put severely to the test. "Will you have beer?" I was asked. "Beer is furrowed," I replied, having got the tones wrong. "He said 'yes' ", my assistant replied in a tired voice. They were amazed. No white man, at this time, had ever been known to touch beer. Seizing a calabash, they proceeded to wash it out in deference to my exotic sensibilities. They did this by offering it to a dog to lick out. Dowayo dogs are not beautiful at the best of times; this one was particularly loathsome, emaciated, open wounds on its ears where flies feasted, huge distended ticks hanging from its belly. It licked the calabash with relish. It was refilled and passed to me. Everyone regarded me, beaming expectantly. There was nothing to be done; I drained it and gasped out my enjoyment. Several more calabashes followed.”
― The Innocent Anthropologist: Notes from a Mud Hut
― The Innocent Anthropologist: Notes from a Mud Hut
“Tears, like bitter rivers, streamed down his dried-up cheeks, as he stood swaying in his brother's arms.”
― Shakespeare Stories
― Shakespeare Stories
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