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brain were in such serious disagreement with one another, as if his right eye saw the world moving to the left while his left eye saw it sliding to the right.
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Zeeny was the first Indian woman he had ever made love to. She barged into his dressing-room after the first night of _The Millionairess_, with her operatic arms and her gravel voice, as if it hadn't been years. _Years_. "Yaar, what a disappointment, I swear, I sat through the whole thing just to hear you singing "Goodness Gracious Me" like Peter Sellers or what, I thought, let's find out if the guy learned to hit a note, you remember when you did Elvis impersonations with your squash racket, darling, too hilarious, completely cracked. But what is this? Song is not in drama. The hell. Listen, can you escape from all these palefaces and come out with us wogs? Maybe you forgot what that is like."
He remembered her as a stick-figure of a teenager in a lopsided Quant hairstyle and an equal-but-oppositely lopsided smile. A rash, bad girl. Once for the hell of it she walked into a notorious adda, a dive, on Falkland Road, and
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