Any Good Society Survives On A Circulation

Inconvenience In Progress, Work Is Regretted.

The Coop Is Guarded From The Inside.

In My Family, As In Most Middle-class Indian Families I Knew When I Was Growing Up, Science And Mathematics Were Held In Awe.

Here's A Strange Fact: Murder A Man, And You Feel Responsible For His Life - ''possessive'', Even. You Know More About Him Than His Father And Mother; They Knew His Fetus, But You Know His Corpse. Only You Can Complete The Story Of His Life, Only You Know Why His Body Has To Be Pushed Into The Fire Before Its Time, And Why His Toes Curl Up And Fight For Another Hour On Earth.

I Want To Read Keats And Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.