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What were they expecting, those people who cried out publicly when Salman Rushdie reneged and became Moslem again— What did they want Rushdie to do for them? No, it's not a rhetorical question. What is it they wanted? What is this thing they sidle past in fear, lying white and silent and huge and unnamed this thing this future? Is it a dragon? Did they expect him to kill it? |
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