I've been struggling to engage with The God of Small Things. I know it's supposed to be a really good book, but I haven't really been sucked in as much as I have ploddingly continued reading. This morning, however, two lines really made me smile.
"He was like a flasher in a hedge. Enticing people with his nipples then forcing pictures of his son on them."
And.
"She arrived on the Bombay-Cochin flight. Hatted, bell-bottomed and Loved from the Beginning."
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