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• The lights all went on at once. Zeenat Vakil entered the room. "O God, I'm sorry, maybe you wanted them off, but with the blinds closed it was just so sad." Waving her arms, speaking loudly in her beautiful croak of a voice, her hair woven, for once, into a waist-length ponytail, here she was, his very own djinn. "I feel so bad I didn't come before, I was just trying to hurt you, what a time to choose, so bloody self-indulgent, yarr, it's good to see you, you poor orphaned goose." She was the same as ever, immersed in life up to her neck, combining occasional art lectures at the university with her medical practice and her political activities. "I was at the goddamn hospital when you came, you know? I was right there, but I didn't know about your dad until it was over, and even then I d... (查看原文)

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• 'I am your equal,' she repeats, ' and also your opposite. I don't want you to become weak. You shouldn't have done what you did.' 'But you will profit,' Mahound replies bitterly. 'There's no threat now to your temple revenues.' 'You miss the point,' she says softly, coming closer to him, bringing her face very close to his. 'If you are for Allah, I am for Al-Lat. And she doesn't believe your God when he recognizes her. Her opposition to him is implacable, irrevocable, engulfing. Yours is a patronizing, condescending lord. Al-Lat hasn't the slightest wish to be his daughter. She is his equal, as I am yours. Ask Baal: he knows her. As he knows me.' 'So the Grandee will betray his pledge,' Mahound says. 'Who knows?' scoffs Hind. "he doesn't even know himself. He has to work out the odds.... (查看原文)

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