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And the mountains echoed goodreads6/11/2023 ![]() )Įven if he could talk, which he cannot at the moment, Idris wouldn’t know the proper thing to say. I’d be easily sucked back into my own life it’s better to be someone who may not care but does help, anyway. ![]() It hurts me to think of myself the only-opinions-haver. ![]() When it came to actually doing good, Timur’s falsities bore better results than Idris’s hypocritical importance on good intentions. Idris’s awkward courtesy was disturbingly easy to relate to, in contrast to the show of airs that his cousin Timur put on, of concern and philanthropy. (Referring to the near murder of a little girl by her uncle, after he slaughtered her family. Still, I felt some surprise, and disappointment, that my sister’s misfortune had been used to entertain guests, and I could not shake the sense that some vague betrayal had been committed. The guests seemed to love the poem, judging by the nods and the murmurs of approval around the room, and by their hearty applause when Nila looked up from the page. It was about a man and his wife, in the village, mourning the death of the infant they had lost to the winter cold. That night, the poem she chose to read caught me off guard. This reminded me of Wordsworth, how poetry is supposedly about the humble and rustic life, written in the real language of men and how wrong it is when put into perspective.) ![]() ( The chauffeur Nabi on his mistress, the poet Nila Wahdati, after she’s visited his village. Here are some wonderful passages I bookmarked and why I liked them. ![]()
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