Most of you won’t do it. The world’s head laundry is pretty good at washing brains. Don’t jump off that cliff don’t walk through that door don’t step into that waterfall don’t take that chance don’t step across that line don’t ruffle my sensibilities. I’m warning you now don’t make me mad you’re doing it you’re making me mad. You won’t have a chance you haven’t got a prayer you’re finished you’re history you’re less than nothing, you’re dead to me dead to your whole family your nation your race, everything you ought to love more than life and listen to like your master’s voice and follow blindly and bow down and worship and obey; you’re dead, you hear me, forget about it, you stupid bastard, I don’t even know your name.
Salman Rushdie, “The Ground Beneath Her Feet”, 1999
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