When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its im — Salman Rushdie
When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its im — Salman Rushdie
When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its im — Salman Rushdie
When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its im — Salman Rushdie
When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its im — Salman Rushdie
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When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its imperfections didn't matter, because he could easily replace one moment by the next, one Saladin by another.

— Salman Rushdie
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