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257 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1949
That's why I hate books. To write one story, God knows you have to endure the tragedy of countless others.
I've come to believe that love is actually just sex, indeed, sex is the main aspect of love, everything else is merely a preparation for sex, the creating of the requisite environment and trust for it... These are the facts. I don't know why, but I detest all this now. I always thought that sex and love were two separate things. I believed in love and hated sex. But now I think they are one and the same thing. I'm beginning to feel disinclined towards life...
Man is a strange creature. When he shows pity to another person, he wants that person to accept his pity with gratitude. But if the person dares to show even a glimmer of self-respect, he forgets his charitable impulses. All he wants to do then is to demolish that self-respect as cruelly as he can.
Earlier I never understood why women did so much puja. Then I realised that Hindu women are so helpless, they endure so much humiliation and contempt from their husbands and son's, that if they didn't fall back on puja, they would turn into animals. It's puja that has allowed the Hindu women to retain her nobility.