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Book Two: Palace of Purification

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Ondaatje, M. (1987). Book Two: Palace of Purification. In Ondaatje, M. In the Skin of a Lion. Penguin Books, pp. 103-160

124

I’m your friend. Hana there sleeping is your friend. The people tonight in the audience were your friends. They’re compassionate too. Listen, they are terrible sentimentalists. They love your damn iguana. They’ll cry all through their sister’s wedding. They’ll cry when their sister says she has had her first kiss. But they must turn and kill the animals in the slaughter-houses. And the smell of the tanning factories goes into their noses and lungs and stays there for life. They never get the smell off their bodies. Do you know the smell? You can bet the rich don’t know it. It brutalizes. It’s like sleeping with the enemy. It clung to Hana’s father. They get skin burns from the galvanizing process. Arthritis, rheumatism. That’s the truth.

– So what do you do?

– You name the enemy and destroy their power. Start with their luxuries – their select clubs, their summer mansions.

—p.124 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago

I’m your friend. Hana there sleeping is your friend. The people tonight in the audience were your friends. They’re compassionate too. Listen, they are terrible sentimentalists. They love your damn iguana. They’ll cry all through their sister’s wedding. They’ll cry when their sister says she has had her first kiss. But they must turn and kill the animals in the slaughter-houses. And the smell of the tanning factories goes into their noses and lungs and stays there for life. They never get the smell off their bodies. Do you know the smell? You can bet the rich don’t know it. It brutalizes. It’s like sleeping with the enemy. It clung to Hana’s father. They get skin burns from the galvanizing process. Arthritis, rheumatism. That’s the truth.

– So what do you do?

– You name the enemy and destroy their power. Start with their luxuries – their select clubs, their summer mansions.

—p.124 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago
128

His mind skates across old conversations. The past drifts into the air like an oasis and he watches himself within it. The girl’s eyes that night when he was eighteen were like tunnels into kindness and lust and determination which he loved as much as her white stomach and her ochre face. He saw something there he would never fully reach – the way Clara dissolved and suddenly disappeared from him, or the way Alice came to him it seemed in a series of masks or painted faces, both of these women like the sea through a foreground of men.

—p.128 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago

His mind skates across old conversations. The past drifts into the air like an oasis and he watches himself within it. The girl’s eyes that night when he was eighteen were like tunnels into kindness and lust and determination which he loved as much as her white stomach and her ochre face. He saw something there he would never fully reach – the way Clara dissolved and suddenly disappeared from him, or the way Alice came to him it seemed in a series of masks or painted faces, both of these women like the sea through a foreground of men.

—p.128 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago
130

What the dyers wanted, standing there together, the representatives from separate nations, was a cigarette. To stand during the five-minute break dressed in green talking to a man in yellow, and smoke. To take in the fresh energy of smoke and swallow it deep into their lungs, roll it around and breathe it up so it would remove with luck the acrid texture already deep within them, stuck within every corner of their flesh. A cigarette, a star beam through their flesh, would have been enough to purify them.

—p.130 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago

What the dyers wanted, standing there together, the representatives from separate nations, was a cigarette. To stand during the five-minute break dressed in green talking to a man in yellow, and smoke. To take in the fresh energy of smoke and swallow it deep into their lungs, roll it around and breathe it up so it would remove with luck the acrid texture already deep within them, stuck within every corner of their flesh. A cigarette, a star beam through their flesh, would have been enough to purify them.

—p.130 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago
132

“I’ll tell you about the rich,” Alice would say, “the rich are always laughing. They keep saying the same things on their boats and lawns: Isn’t this grand! We’re having a good time! And whenever the rich get drunk and maudlin about humanity you have to listen for hours. But they keep you in the tunnels and stockyards. They do not toil or spin. Remember that … understand what they will always refuse to let go of. There are a hundred fences and lawns between the rich and you. You’ve got to know these things, Patrick, before you ever go near them – the way a dog before battling with cows rolls in the shit of the enemy.”

—p.132 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago

“I’ll tell you about the rich,” Alice would say, “the rich are always laughing. They keep saying the same things on their boats and lawns: Isn’t this grand! We’re having a good time! And whenever the rich get drunk and maudlin about humanity you have to listen for hours. But they keep you in the tunnels and stockyards. They do not toil or spin. Remember that … understand what they will always refuse to let go of. There are a hundred fences and lawns between the rich and you. You’ve got to know these things, Patrick, before you ever go near them – the way a dog before battling with cows rolls in the shit of the enemy.”

—p.132 by Michael Ondaatje 10 months, 2 weeks ago

(noun) a melody or counterpoint sung above the plainsong of the tenor OR (verb) to talk tediously or at length

133

He in fact pleasures in his own descant interpretations of what is being said.

pretty

—p.133 by Michael Ondaatje
uncertain
10 months, 2 weeks ago

He in fact pleasures in his own descant interpretations of what is being said.

pretty

—p.133 by Michael Ondaatje
uncertain
10 months, 2 weeks ago

an act or instance of announcing; proclamation

153

Annunciation. The eye would go first, and as he draws back he will be in another country, another century, his arms around a stranger.

—p.153 by Michael Ondaatje
notable
10 months, 2 weeks ago

Annunciation. The eye would go first, and as he draws back he will be in another country, another century, his arms around a stranger.

—p.153 by Michael Ondaatje
notable
10 months, 2 weeks ago