He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.

Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been

Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.

It is far easier for a woman to lead a blameless life than it is for a man; all she has to do is to avoid sexual intercourse like the plague.

He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.

we must not blame our poor symbols if they take forms that seem trivial to us, or absurd, ... however paltry they may be; the nature of our life alone has determined their forms.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!