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Indians," he cried into the muffling bedclothes, his fists punching at frilly--edged pillowcases from Harrods in Buenos Aires so fiercely that the fifty-year--old fabric was ripped to shreds. "_What the hell_. The vulgarity of it, the _sod it sod it_ indelicacy. _What the hell_. That bastard, those bastards, their lack of _bastard_ taste."
It was at this moment that the police arrived to arrest him.
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On the night after she had taken the two of them in from the beach, Rosa Diamond stood once again at the nocturnal window of her old woman's insomnia, contemplating the nine-hundredyear--old sea. The smelly one had been sleeping ever since they put him to bed, with hot-water bottles packed in tightly around him, best thing for him, let him get his strength. She had put them upstairs, Chamcha in the spare room and Gibreel in her late husband's old study, and as she watched the great shining plain of the sea she