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128 Hadi argued with him, plucking up all his courage to defend himself. In a sense Hadi was his father; he had brought him into the world, hadn't he?
"You were just a conduit, Hadi," the Whatsitsname replied. "Think how many stupid mothers and fathers have produced geniuses and great men in history. The credit isn't due to them but to circunistances and other things beyond their control. You re just an instrument, or a surgical glove that Fate put on its hand to move pawns on the chessboard of life."
Such eloquent talk! Everything Hadi had done——things that no one in his right mind would have undertaken一made him just a conduit, just a paved road that Fate's car could speed along on.
143 This is a grave injustice. In fact there is a moral and humanitarian obligation to back me, to bring aboutjustice in this world, which has been totally ravaged by greed, ambition, megalomania, and insatiable bloodlust.
146 the model citizen that the Iraqi state has failed to produce
the impossible mix that never was achieved in the past
first true Iraqi citizen
173 there were three types of justice: legal justice, divine justice, and street justice.
227 They had agreed on the concept, and then he had written the screenplay. He told her it would be about the evil we all have inside us, how it resides deep within us, even when we want to put an end to it in the outside world, because we are all criminals to some extent, and the darkness inside us is the blackest variety known to nian. He said we have all been helping to create the evil creature that is now killing us off.
242 but then she had another idea. She went into her room and fetched some large sewing scissors, then went back and knelt next to the picture. She pushed Nabu away when he tried to jump onto her lap, and started to cut into the picture, making a long straight line across until the tips of the scissor blades were close to the saint's head. Then she cut in a circle, making a kind ofhalo around his beautiful face. When the circle was complete, she removed the face. This was the part she liked. She threw a glance at the rest of the picture and felt a pang in her heart. With a hole where the face had been, the picture now felt hostile toward her. She left it where it was and, followed by Nabu, took the face to her bedroom.
258 This face he had just seen for the first and last time was also from his past. He recognized it, but whose was it?
During his slow death throes on the desolate street, he would be wholly convinced that it was a composite face, made up offaces from his distant past. It was the face of his own personal past, which he had thought had no face or features. And now it had appeared to him clearly, caught for a moment in the headlights of a passing car.
267 "My face changes all the time," the Whatsitsname told the old astrologer that night. "Nothing in me lasts long, other than my desire to keep going. I kill in order to keep going." This was his only justification. He didn t want to perish without understanding why he was dying and where he would go after death, so he clung to life, maybe even more than others, more than those who gave him their lives and parts of their bodies just like that, out of fear. They hadn't fought for their lives, so he deserved life inore than they did. Even if they knew they couldii't prevail agaiiist him, they should at least have fought back. It wasnt honorable to surrender in battle, and what a battle! It was a battle to defend their lives the only battle worth fighting in this life.
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