THE ETERNITY OF HELL - tick tock tick tock ever never ever never - HERACLES CONQUERS DEATH - 5 RELATIVES OF SSR KILLED

Sharad Pawar is a very big Nazi thief. A very nasty Nazi "terrorist" who tortures the public by STEALING vast amounts of public money, keeping the vast amounts of STOLEN public money in Indian and foreign banks, like ALL male and female Nazi POLITICIANS and Nazi owners and staff of all NAZI FAKE NEWS TV CHANNELS.

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 17, 2021 

5 RELATIVES OF "SUSHANT SINGH RAJPUT" KILLED (NE NEWS) 

WOW !

All the "BIG" f. TV news channels who made such a BIG NOISE about the FAKE DEATH of "Sushant Singh Rajput"/SSR are silent about MURDER of FIVE relatives of f. SSR (reverse RSS).

All fucking Nazi bastards and bitches can be lynched by the public at any time.

Arnab/Himmler can be stripped and lynched at any moment.

So many pathetic f. Nazi "fighter jets" have CRASHED in India due to CYBER ATTACKS by remote control. All f. Nazi fighter jets can be blown up at any moment.

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 16, 2021 

THE ETERNITY OF HELL

HELL is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points. Nay, things which are good in themselves become evil in hell. Knowledge, so much longed for as the chief good of the intellect, will there be hated worse than ignorance: light, so much coveted by all creatures from the lord of creation down to the humblest plant in the forest, will be loathed intensely. In this life our sorrows are either not very long or not very great because nature overcomes them by habits. But in hell, the torments cannot be overcome by habit, for while they are of terrible intensity they are at the same time of continual variety. Incredible intensity of suffering, unceasing variety of torture - this is what the divine majesty, so outraged by sinners, demands. 

Last and crowning torture of all the tortures of that awful place is the eternity of hell. Eternity! O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it? And remember, it is an eternity of pain. But while they are everlasting, they are at the same time, as you know, intolerably intense. To bear even the sting of an insect for all eternity would be a dreadful torment. What must it be, then, to bear the manifold tortures of hell for ever? For ever! For all eternity! Not for a year or for an age but for ever. Try to imagine the awful meaning of this.

(p. 125-126)

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tick tock tick tock ever never ever never

A holy saint (one of our own fathers I believe it was) was once vouchsafed [= permitted] a vision of hell. It seemed to him that he stood in the midst of a great hall, dark and silent save for the TICKING of a great CLOCK. The ticking went on unceasingly; and it seemed to this saint that the sound of the ticking was the ceaseless repetition of the words - ever, never; ever, never. EVER to be in hell, NEVER to be in heaven; EVER to be shut off from the presence of God, NEVER to enjoy the beatific vision; EVER to be eaten with flames, gnawed by vermin, goaded with burning spikes, NEVER to be free from those pains; EVER to have the conscience upbraid one, the memory enrage, the mind filled with darkness and despair, NEVER to escap; EVER to curse and revile the foul demons who gloat fiendishly over the misery of their dupes, NEVER to behold the shining raiment of the blessed spirits; EVER to cry out of the abyss of fire to God for an instant, a single instant, of respite from such awful agony, NEVER to receive even for an instant God's ["God"/Peter/Stephen/Satan's] pardon; EVER to suffer, NEVER to enjoy; EVER to be damned, NEVER to be saved; ever, never; ever, never. 

(p. 127)

[I used speech-to-text app Live Transcribe to transcribe the above passage from My copy of the novel reprinted by UBS - It is probably a Google app. Thanks, Live Transcribe. - G] 

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FAKE "REPENTANCE"

It is IMPOSSIBLE for any human being to do THAT which OFFENDS so deeply the divine majesty [Satan], THAT which is PUNISHED by AN ETERNITY OF AGONY, THAT which CRUCIFIES again the Son of God and makes a mockery of Him. I pray to God, and do you pray with me, that we may repent of our sins. I will ask you now, all of you, to repeat after me the act of contrition, kneeling here in this humble chapel in the presence of God. He is there in the tabernacle burning with love for mankind. The priest rose and repeated the act of contrition, phrase by phrase, with fervour. The boys answered him phrase by phrase. Stephen, his tongue cleaving to his palate, bowed his head, praying with his heart:

- O my God! - 

- O my God! - 

- I am heartily sorry - 

- I am heartily sorry - 

- for having offended Thee -

- for having offended Thee -

- and I detest my sins -

- and I detest my sins -

- above every other evil -

- above every other evil -

- because they displease Thee, my God - 

- because they displease Thee, my God - 

- Who art so deserving - 

- Who art so deserving - 

- of all my love -

- of all my love -

- and I finally purpose -

- and I finally purpose -

- by Thy holy grace -

- by Thy holy grace -

- never more to offend Thee -

- never more to offend Thee -

- and to amend my life - 

- and to amend my life - 

(p. 128-!30)

[Stephen/Steve/Peter/Hitler/Einstein/Satan]

RAPIST MASS MURDERER SINNER SATAN 

The face of an old priest was at the grating [at FAKE "confession" by EVIL Frankenstein Satan/Stephen/Peter/Hitler/Einstein who has CHEATED and RAPED and TORTURED and MURDERED male and female humans for billions of years] ...

- How long is it since your last confession, my child?

- A long time, father.

- A month, my child?

- Longer, father.

- Three months, my child?

- Longer, father.

- Six months?

- Eight months [billions of years], father.

- And what do you remember since that time?

He began to confess his sins: masses missed, prayers not said, lies.

- Anything else, my child?

Sins of anger, envy of others, gluttony, vanity, disobedience.

- Anything else, my child?

He murmured:

- I ... committed sins of impurity, father.

- With women, my child?

- Yes, father.

- Were they married women, my child?

He did not know. His sins trickled from his lips, one by one, trickled in shameful drops from his soul, festering and oozing like a sore, a squalid stream of vice. The last sins oozed forth, sluggish, filthy. There was no more to tell. He bowed his head, overcome. 

The priest was silent. Then he asked:

- How old are you, my child?

- Sixteen [billions of years of evil rebirths or transformations or reincarnations], father. 

- Pray to our mother Mary to help you. She will help you, my child. Pray to Our Blessed Lady. The devil has led you astray. [I have read that Mary and Peter/Stephen/Christ have acted jointly against Jesus. Cf. Philip Pullman: THE GOOD MAN JESUS AND THE SCOUNDREL CHRIST (Penguin). - G]

(p. 137-139)

["My child" sounds ridiculous. - G]

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I think India is the world's biggest market for low cost paperbacks.

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G] November 15, 2021

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I live in Guwahati, and I have bought several used books that are practically new from the above branch of BETTER WORLD BOOKS in Guwahati, My home town, capital of Assam.

(Guwahati and Bollywood are the joint world capitals of Nazis on the earth's surface. For billions of years, the secret kingdom of the Nazis has been underground INSIDE Earth, SECRET tunnels connecting Nazis on earth with Nazis inside Earth. All entry and exit of Nazis via tunnels are recorded by satellites and other hi tech devices such as mobiles and smartphones. - G)

CRYING

INDIAN LITERATURE (UGC NET ENGLISH). A Discussion with scholars from KERALA (18:41) / Literary Review English Literature - Published on May 23, 2018 (YouTube)

The two smiling girls Lakshmi ("goddess of wealth") and Anupama ("incomparable girl") seem to be crying silently. I shed Crocodile tears regularly.

Reading trash literature helps us realize the difference between good writing and boring trash.

The pompous empty male chatterbox* looks like a clone of "Raja" (Sat.), "son" of My "late" "bro." Kirity (Arjun).

*Vineet [= polite, very modest] Pandey

Pandey - Pandu - Panda - Pandit [cf. Bandit] - Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru or Jaharlal Nehru  - Sat. - Raja transformed (temporarily) - or a clone - playing role of 420 "scholar" ... 

SAT test ...

Jews did not kill Jesus but the Satanic Nazi Trinity were the masteminds.

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 15, 2021

HERACLES (Hercules) CONQUERS DEATH 

HERACLES WHO CONQUERS DEATH (222-240)

i    The Story of Alcestis Told by Euripides (222-225)

ii   A New Look at the Myths (225-236)

iii  The Harrowing of Hell (236-240)

Michael Grant: MYTHS OF THE GREEKS AND ROMANS (MENTOR BOOK, NEW AMERICAN LIBRARY* / Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc. / The World Publishing Company, 119 West 57th Street, New York, New York 10019), in paperback, 432 pages

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Kishalay Sinha [G] November 16, 2021

REVERSE ORDER

NEW BOYFRIEND: What is your name?

NEW GIRLFRIEND: I am Ms. ...

NEW BOYFRIEND: How many children do you have?

NEW GIRLFRIEND: I have ... children.

NEW BOYFRIEND: Are you married?

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 16, 2021

IDENTICAL? 

I wonder if SLS 1 = SLS 2 = SLS = same top Na. fem. ass. f. retarded idiot?

TRANSFORMATIONS

Satan/Peter = Christ = Hitler = Y = Suraj C.B.

[Pamela Stephenson / Ms. "William" ("Bill") "Shakespeare": BILLY (fictitious biography of her "lover"/"husband" she failed to ass. and escaped and kept re-transforming herself. - G]

["Samuel Richardson": PAMELA (lies about Mr. B - calls him a "seducer"/rapist - a dirty lie by evil liar Nazi top prostitute "Pamela". - G]

[Mukul Deva: POUND OF FLESH (compare "William" Shakespeare: THE MERCHANT OF VENICE) - SK, Amit, Pamela - refers to God as she/he. - G]

["We have not yet learned to bring back life to a dead body." (DAMN NAZI LIE) - "Norman Lewis": WORD POWER MADE EASY (written by a ghost writer) - G]

Ms. X = Pamela = Anita = SLS 1 ("bro." Suraj) = NL = "Enid Blyton" = Sonali C.B. [?] [looks like a retarded simpleton ... but all Na. fem. ass. look like retarded simpletons] - BOOK BREAK? ... যম যমুনা 

বিয়ে করা বউতেই আজকাল প্রেম থাকে না (৪৭-৪৯)

"একটুও প্রেম নেই ?"

"আমি তো প্রেম করতে আসি নি, রাঁধতে এসেছি [আমি ass. করতে এসেছি] । আজকাল বিয়ে করা বউতেই প্রেম থাকে না ।"

(p. ৪৯)

চাকার তলায় স্বামী মরে, নাচো-নাচো হরে হরে (৬৪-৬৬)

তরতাজা [টাটকা, জীবন্ত] সুন্দর রবিবার সকালে পরিবারের মধুর ছায়া থেকে বেরিয়ে এসে মৃত্যুর ছায়ায় তলিয়ে গেলেন । ধীবররা [fishermen] নদীর জালে [fishing net ব্যবহার করে] পেলেন তাঁর bag ব্যাগ । কে মেরেছে, কেন মেরেছে ? [SLS 1 tried to ass. H. by food-poisoning but she failed] ? পরিবার তো ভেসে গেল । [Nyet! SLS 1 escaped in extreme panic!] কাগজে খবর হল । ছবি ছাপা হল । সময় চলে গেল । আরও সব ঘটনা ঘটে এই ঘটনার স্মৃতিকে [Smriti aka SLS 1] ম্লান করে দেবে । কয়েকটি বিষণ্ণ মুখ [sad faces] এই জগতের উদাসীনতায় ঘুরে বেড়াবে আরও কিছু কাল ।

বন্ধু এসে বন্ধুকে ডেকে নিয়ে গেল । আলুভাতের সঙ্গে কড়া ডোজে ঘুমের ওষুধ মিশিয়ে খাইয়ে দেওয়া হল । বন্ধুর বাড়িতে বন্ধুর মধ্যাহ্নভোজ । তারপর কাটারি দিয়ে কেটে দূরে কোনও জলায় ফেলে দিয়ে আসা হল । এই হল একটা তরতাজা [জীবন্ত] তরুণের পরিণতি ।

কত মন্দির ! মঙ্গল [Mars - Mar - Mary] আরতি ।সংকীর্তন, প্রবচন । দীক্ষার লাইন । নদী, পর্বত, তীর্থস্থান । মহামানবদের আগমন, নির্গমন । নামী-দামি শিক্ষা প্রতিষ্ঠানে টাকাবাজির লেখাপড়া । ইওরোপ, আমেরিকা ।

বউ পুড়ল কেরোসিনে

ডাকাত পড়ল বৃদ্ধার ঘরে ।

চাকার তলায় স্বামী মরে

নাচো নাচো হরে হরে ।।

(৬৫-৬৬)

[5 RELATIVES OF "SUSHANT SINGH RAJPUT" KILLED (NE NEWS) 

WOW !

All the "BIG" f. TV news channels who made such a BIG NOISE about the FAKE DEATH of "Sushant Singh Rajput"/SSR are silent about MURDER of FIVE relatives of f. SSR (reverse RSS)  - Nov 16, 2021]

টক শো (১৭৩-১৭৪)

RJ সোনা 

RJ সোনালি 

মারতে পারলে বাঁচবে, না পারলে হরি হরি বোল (৯৯-১০১)

"সব স্ত্রী যদি পরস্ত্রী হয়ে যায় ?"

"তখন পরস্ত্রীকেই স্ত্রী বলা হবে ।"

(p. ১০৩)

সুখ দাও ভগবান (১২০-১২২)

এক ধনী ব্যবসায়ী স্ত্রী আর শিশুপুরটিকে রেখে বিদেশে চলে গেলেন । 

বহু বছর কেটে গেল । একদিন মনে হল, এবার বাড়ি ফেরা যাক ।

সঙ্গে সঙ্গে ঠিক করে ফেললেন, কোনো খবর না দিয়েই হঠাৎ বাড়িতে উপস্থিত হবেন - surprise সারপ্রাইজ । সবাই অবাক হয়ে যাবে । সে বেশ মজা ! ব্যবসায়ী যখন বাড়িতে এসে পৌঁছলেন, তখন বেশ রাত । তিনি পা টিপে টিপে শোবার ঘরের দরজার সামনে এসে দাঁড়ালেন । ভীষণ মজা লাগছে, দীর্ঘকাল পরে স্ত্রীকে অবাক করে দেবেন ।

জানলা খোলা । তাকিয়েই চমকে উঠলেন । এ কি দেখছেন ! খাটে স্ত্রীর পাশে শুয়ে আছে দশাসই এক পুরুষ । ব্যভিচারিণী ! এই দেখার জন্য ফিরে এলুম ! সুখের সন্ধানে গৃহে এসে চোখের সামনে এ কী অসুখ দেখছি !

ব্যবসায়ীর হাতে তরোয়াল । দুটোকেই কাটবেন । নিঃশব্দে দরজা ঠেলে একেবারে খাটৈর পাশে । গভীর নিদ্রায় দুটি প্রাণী । তরোয়াল তুলেছেন - এ ঘুম আর ভাঙবে না । 

ঠিক সেই সময় দুজনেই জেগে গেলেন । স্ত্রী স্বামীকে প্রণাম করে সেই পুরুষটিকে বললেন, 'বাবা ! প্রণাম করো । ইনি তোমার পিতা !' 

শিশুপুত্রটিকে রেখে বিদেশে গিয়েছিলেন পিতা [তলায় নিয়ে যাওয়া হয়েছিল?] । সেই শিশু আজ বিশালকায় যুবক [brutal rapist mass murderer শয়তান Satan/Peter/Stephen/Hitler/Suraj] ।

(১২১-১২২)

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I am flourishing. I am prosperous. I am a perennial youth in the garden of immortality.

(১২২)

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কোনওদিন শুনেছ, চোর এসে সাধ করে ধরা দিচ্ছে ! চোর সব সময় পালায় (১২-১৪)

(From সঞ্জীব চট্টোপাধ্যায় : সুখ দাও ভগবান) 

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SLS 2 ("bro." Suraj) - Na. fem. ass. who looks like a simpleton.

MORE THAN ONE NORMAN LEWIS 

There are more than one Norman Lewis!

Norman Lewis: WORD POWER MADE EASY

[expired; Adjunct Assistant Professor of English, New York University; Professor of English, and Chairman of Communications Department, Rio Hondo Junior College/Rio Hondo College, Whittier, California, USA] - ghost-written bestseller.

Norman Lewis (writer of travel books)

Oliver Myers was back in the Middle East.

When in London I liked to stay with the Corvajas. It was to this address that I arranged for the proofs of Within the Labyrinth to be sent so that I could correct them before leaving.

The proofs, however, failed to arrive, so I rang up the publisher and was told that by mistake they had been sent to 4 Gordon Square. This was about a hundred yards away so I walked across to collect them, only to discover that a second Norman Lewis lived at this address, and that he, too, was a Cape author who had recently completed a hugely successful updated version of Roger's Thesaurus. Unfortunately, I was told, the second N.L. had left the country only two days before, and was presumed to have taken my proofs with him. Three days later I stepped down from the Air France plane at Beirut, where Oliver awaited me. 'We're having a little party for you at the embassy,' he said, and minutes later I suffered a surprise from which I have never wholly recovered, for the first introduction was to the man with whom I shared names, who had also stopped off at Beirut on his way to some Eastern destination. It was a circumstance that further encouraged Oliver's fascination with the paranormal, and inspired him to begin a work to be entitled The Mechanisms of Coincidence, although the book was never finished.

(p. 53)

NORMAN LEWIS:  THE WORLD, THE WORLD, Picador/Jonathan Cape/Macmillan. 

Norman Lewis: A GODDESS IN THE STONES (Travels in India), JONATHAN CAPE, London

Mira (p. 252), Anita Pandey (p. 253)

I told them about Mira Kumari, daughter of a high caste [f***] family who eloped with a low-caste [f. nonsense] suitor, Satyendra Singh, and was secretly married to him. Mira was carried off, and subjected to thrashings in an attempt to induce her to remarry. The family hired four killers to drag Satyendra away to a quiet place and cut his head off.

'I am not wishing to visit this place,' Anand said. 'Did they kill the girl, too?'

'No, they just kept up the beatings for eighteen months. In Patna, Anita Pandey came off worse. She married out of caste [f* Nazi arrogance], and her father had her abducted by a gang who broke her arm, scarred her for life, damaged an eye, and bored an inch-deep hole in her back. After that she was shut up in a home for fallen women in Patna.' 

(p. 252-253)

NORMAN LEWIS was born in London. He has written thirteen novels and nine non-fiction works. Dragon Apparent and Golden Earth are considered classics of travel, and Naples '44 has been described as one of the ten outstanding books about the Second World War. He relaxes by his travels to off-beat parts of the world which he prefers to be as remote as possible; otherwise he lives with his family in introspective, almost monastic, calm in the depths of Essex. (Book cover)

NORMAN LEWIS: GOLDEN EARTH (Travels in Burma)

NORMAN LEWIS: A DRAGON APPARENT (Travels in Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam)

NORMAN LEWIS (author of THE TOMB IN SEVILLE): VOICES OF THE OLD SEA

NORMAN LEWIS: Naples '44 (A WORLD WAR II DIARY OF OCCUPIED ITALY) 

NORMAN LEWIS: THE HONOURED SOCIETY (The Sicilian Mafia Observed) 

I have bought all of the above travel books by Norman Lewis, besides many books by his namesake late Norman Lewis, author of WORD POWER MADE EASY.

Travel writer Norman Lewis is also "late" (is dead). "Norman Lewis died in 2003 at the age of ninety-three." [Pinch of salt biodata. - G]

*

REVIEWS

"Norman Lewis is one of the greatest twentieth century British writers." - Will Self  

"Mr Lewis can make even a lorry interesting." - Cyril Connolly, The Sunday Times 

"A truly great travel writer, perhaps the greatest we have." - Ian Thomson, The Sunday Telegraph 

"Very funny ... a really delightful book." - Maurice Collis, The Observer

"One of the best post-war travel books and, in retrospect, the most heart-rending." - The Observer 

"One of the most elegant, witty, immensely readable, touching and tragic books I have ever read." - Edward Blishen, Radio 4

"It is hard to remember any better travel book published during the last twenty years." - The Guardian 

"One of the best writers ... of our century." - Graham Greene 

"Lewis really goes deep, like a sharp, polished knife." - V. S. Pritchett 

"As a professional literary traveler [Lewis] was unsurpassed, being able, Cyril Connolly observed, to 'write about the back of a bus and make it interesting.'" - The New York Times 

"A marvelous, iridescent epitaph." - The Times (London)

'every page is horribly absorbing.' - THE TIMES 

"One goes on reading page after page as if eating cherries." - Luigi Barzini, New York Review of Books 

'The Mafia observed by one of the great travel writers of our time.' - ERIC NEWBY [not Newbie], THE OBSERVER 

'This book has not a dull moment in it.' - THE SPECTATOR

'Vintage Norman Lewis; the light lash of his humour, his sniffer-dog's nose for the quirky, the lyrical brilliance of his prose' - Guardian 

'In rich and fascinating memoirs following I came, I saw, Norman Lewis recounts his wartime career, his life abroad and at home and his reminiscences of Ian Fleming and Ernest Hemingway with his characteristic humour, sharp eye for detail and keen delight in the absurd." - Publisher 

'He is a rare witness to our century and to the larcenies we have committed in remote places, hoping not to be seen. He has made, in his quiet way, an enduring impact on this planet ... But he can be read for giggles, too' - Nicholas Shakespeare [compare "William" Shakespeare], Telegraph 

I get it. 

 

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 16, 2021

newsX 

newsX owned by Peter (jailed convict).

newsX advertised a female-voiced ROBOT named Alexa, claiming that "Alexa" could predict everything accurately, including the results of elections. The biggest HOAX AD on TV.

Peter-Pamela: pair of Nazi SUPER CHEATS 

Alex = Alexander 

Alexa = Alexandra

Alexander = Stephen = Steve = Y = Peter = Christ = Hitler = Einstein = Frankenstein = BM Suraj C.B.

Always the same tiresome and very boring NONSENSICAL chatter on VAGUE "Pakistan" and VAGUE "China" SCAPEGOATS. Bullshit chatter.

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 16, 2021

FALLEN [FEMALE] ANGEL TALKS OF HELL'S TORMENT (18:20) / Prophets Among Us (YouTube)

STEPHEN HAWKING LIVE FROM HELL (0:16) / David Lee (YouTube)

THE SECRET AGENT 

Joseph Conrad: THE SECRET AGENT 

Secret agent: Verloc Michaelis

Mrs Verloc

Alexander Ossipon (nicknamed the Doctor) - her lover 

The Professor 

Mrs Verloc was a free woman. (p. 214)

ISBN: 81-7573-934-7

Published in Printline Classics: 2004

Paperback

258 pages

Rs. 50

PRINTLINE BOOKS

Tiny Tot Publications 

235, Jagriti Enclave 

Vikas Marg

Delhi-110092 (INDIA)

SURAJ 

'I really must have a quick dekho at the Tilpat excavations and then this other place Suraj ... Suraj ... [Cunt] four letter obscenity.'

'Kund.'

The obscenity dawns on me. I blush.

(p. 384)

I act the butler. I mix Her Ladyship a gin and tonic. While I am still making up my mind what to take, I have to mix her another and light her cigarette. I make myself a dry martini and sit down on the edge of the bed. I raise my glass. She ignores the gesture. 'Tell me about this place Suraj ... Suraj ...'

'Kund. Simply means pond.' I tell her about the Tomar Rajputs who ruled Delhi in the seventh and eighth centuries and their chieftain Surajpal after whom the amphitheatre is named.'

She holds out her glass, 'Be a honey!'

I be a honey and give her another gin-tonic. 'And this dam and the village?' She puts her legs on either arm of her armchair just as she would do to let a man enter her. How can I talk of the Tomar RAJputs with her opening her thighs in this wanton manner? I try to keep my mind off her middle. 'The dam was built by another Tomar, Anangpal. He also built the fortified town Anangpur; we can go there in the afternoon..."

She's lost interest in my lecture.

'Forgive me! I'll have a wash and get out of this,' she says holding her blue denims. She pulls out a skirt from her case and goes into the bathroom. The bathroom has a curtain which only covers the middle part of the doorway. It also has a door; she does not shut the door. She unzips her denims and hangs them on a peg. She wears white lace panties to cover her little bottom. She bends over the basin to wash her face. I know she is doing it to rouse my curiosity. My curiosity rises. She buries her face in a towel. She turns round, bends over and slips on her shirt. 

'Chalo,' she says. 'Juldi (quick). Is that right?'

We step out.

(p. 386-387)

*

We return to the rest-house.... 

I daydream. Hoity-Toity is trying to seduce me. I am not very difficult to seduce. I have no conscience about Bhagmati. Bhagmati is a whore; why should I feel guilty about her? I am taking Hoity-Toity when Bhagmati turns up and asks, 'Couldn't you find anyone better than this old memsahib?'

It is 4.30 p.m. I press open the door of Hoity-Toity's room and shut it behind me. She sleeps with the bedsheet drawn over her head like a corpse in a shroud. I shake her by what appears to be her shoulder. She flings the sheet off her face. 'What time is it?' 

I tell her.

She yawns and stretches her arms. She props herself against her pillow and holds the bedsheet under her chin. 'Hand me my dressing-gown,' she says pointing to the garment hanging on the latch of the bathroom door.

I get her the dressing-gown. She leaps out of bed. Stark naked: small breasts; nipples looking downwards; brown pubic hair. I put the gown round her shoulders and close my hands over her breasts. She turns to stone. 'What do you think you are trying to do?' she demands.

'Well I ...'

'Well, you what? Don't get silly notions in your head.' She picks up her shirt and denims lying at the foot of the bed and walks into the bathroom. She does not bother to shut the door. I do not bother to look.

She comes back, puts her hands on my shoulder. 'Don't be CROSS. I'm a bit of a cock-teaser.' She gave me a kiss on the nose to seal her forgiveness.

(388-389)

*

She nestles her head against my chest. 'Thank you! It's been a lovely day.' She kisses me on my mouth. I enfold her in my arms, lift her off her feet and kiss her all over her face. 'Would you like to make love to me?' she asks very humbly.

'Yes, let's go inside.'

We get as far as the verandah. The President's Rolls-Royce catches us with its headlights. I swear: 'Fuck!'

Very frustrating! Also somewhat of a relief. I do not have to waste my bindu on a battered woman. I can preserve it for Bhagmati who despite the bashing she gets from men goes for sex with the zest of a newly-wed nymphet. And her mouth smells like a bush of cardamom in springtime. 

Hoity-Toity becomes the Lady once more - cold and aloof. She sits at the other end of the seat. When we pull up outside my apartment, she says very dryly: 'Thanks for everything. Do look me up when you are in London.' 

'It was a pleasure.' I do not invite her to come in. As Hoity-Toity leans out to wave to me, I wave to Hoity-Toity.

(p. 390)

*

Georgine [16-year-old American girl in India] ... [erotic passages] (p. 465-476)

Bhagmati has a sixth sense about other women in my life. I try to ward off her pointed enquiries and avoid meeting her eyes. We pass the afternoon bickering over little things. 

Something has happened to Bhagmati. She is becoming jealous and possessive. 'I know you will ask who I am to object to anything or anyone,' she says on one occasion. She brushes the back of her hand to wipe tears that are not there and continues, 'I am like the Purana Qila you have conquered; now you want the Red Fort and its white marble palaces.' 

Sarcasm does not suit Bhagmati's style of speech. She has begun to irritate me. But the more I dodge her, the more she pursues me. Every night after she is through with her chores, she comes to my apartment to see if I am in. If I am not, she questions Budh Singh. And Budh Singh has become something of a mischiefmaker. 'He's gone out with that Amreekan Missy Baba,' he tells her. 

The American Missy Baba is sixteen-year-old Georgine. Why Bhagmati should worry over a freckled, red-headed teenager is beyond me. She never bothered about any of the other women. In any case, what right has a common whore to object to what one of her many patrons does when she is not with him? However Georgine has become an obsession with Bhagmati. I admit that Georgine has also become an obsession  with me. I am always talking about her. It was I who first told Bhagmati about her. 

(465-466)

*

It had been a bad year for me. I didn't have many writing assignments and the articles I sold to Indian papers did not get me enough to keep me in the style I was accustomed to. So I registered myself as a guide with the Tourist Department of the Government of India and left my card at foreign embassies and international organizations. During the tourist season between October and March I made quite a bit in tips in foreign currency. 

It was not very hard work. After I had memorized the names of a few dynasties and emperors and the years when they ruled, all I had to do was to pick up a few anecdotes to spice my stories. At the Qutub Minar I told them of the number of suicides that had taken place and how no one could jump clear of the tower and come down in one piece. 

After a while I began to enjoy my work. I could boast that the world came to me. The only thing that troubled me was that I never got a chance to make friends with anyone. All the Marys, Janes, Francoises and Mikis darlinged and honeyed me for a day or two then vanished for ever. After a few weeks I could not recall their names or faces. All I could recollect was the way they had behaved when I bestrode them. Some had been as lifeless as the bed on which we lay; some had squirmed and screamed as they climaxed. A few had mouthed obscenities, slapped me on the face and told me to fuck off. 

It was different with the American Missy Baba, Georgine.

(p. 466-467)

Khushwant Singh: DELHI 

HITLER 

Hitler (p. 220)

Khushwant Singh: I Shall Not Hear the Nightingale 

Khushwant Singh: THE COLLECTED NOVELS (PENGUIN BOOKS); 736 pages; Rs. 395

Train to Pakistan (1-157)

I Shall Not Hear the Nightingale (159-359)

Delhi (361-736)

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 17, 2021

'JESUS IS DEAD, AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!' 

Billy Connolly, King of Comedy, Master of Mirth, Chancellor of Chortling is quivering in Apollo theatre.

'Pamela, what the hell am I going to say to these people?'

Horrified, I turn to face him. Oh God, here we go ... he's not bluffing. Now there are two of us heading for a full-blown fight-or-flight fit. Is it possible that THIS TIME, THE FIRST IN HISTORY [first time in billions and billions of years], he (Satan/Peter/Hitler/Einstein/BM Suraj) MIGHT ACTUALLY FREEZE. I DO NOT FANCY WITNESSING HIS DEATH [LYNCHING] by FOUR THOUSAND excitable Londoners. 

'You'll be OK ...'

I watch him arm himself mentally ... then suddenly he's off. A BLINDING CIRCLE OF LIGHT ASSAULTS HIM. He might be gone for quite some time. 

The bastard's done it again. Frightened me to death. I notice that tonight it is especially Rosie who must be slain. It will all end in tears. I can finally breathe. He is encircled most brightly NOT by forty thousand watts BUT by his own fiery fuck-youness. 

(p. 1)

Chapter 1: 'JESUS IS DEAD, AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!' in PAMELA STEPHENSON: "BILLY" (HarperCollins) [biography of her husband]

Chapter   8: 'See you, Judas, you're getting on my tits!'

Chapter 10: Stairway to Hell

Chapter 11: Captain Demento and the Barracuda 

Chapter 13: Legless in Manhattan

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 17/18, 2021

Suraj Joshi 

'When you were kidnapped, and held in a flat

The butcher was carefully lining up his instruments on the cot now, whistling a mournful tune as he did so. Arjun knew he had to act soon, or he would end up in bloody pieces on the plastic sheet in the bathroom. But there were still a few things he had to clarify.

'Where's your friend Suraj Joshi now?' he asked the butcher, who paused and turned to look at Arjun.

'Where he's going, nobody can find him. Not even the police.'

'Where is that, Nepal?' [inside the Earth?]

The tightening of the butcher's lips told Arjun he might be correct.

Arjun asked, 'Were you helping him out? Or did you ask him for help in disposing Gaurav Sharma's body?'

'So many questions. I have one for you: do you know what it feels like when a knife slices through your skin and into your muscles and ligaments? You'll find out soon.'

The sweat was rolling down Arjun's face, and he was flexing his feet. There was no way he was going to be dismembered, no way he would meet his end here, in this filthy little flat. 

'I know one of you shot Gaurav Sharma at the rubbish dump,' Arjun went on. 'Yes, I know that. Just tell me what it was for. Did one of the girls with Gaurav Sharma tell Suraj Joshi about the money?' 

'Girls?' Karim Qasi said, and frowned. This wasn't because of some girl.' 

'Why did he follow the two of you out of the godown?' 

Karim Qasi allowed himself a faint smile, almost one of pride, and said, 'When he didn't go to the hotel we followed him to the godown. I guessed he was trying to do something with the money. So we went inside, and I told him Makhija was waiting nearby, and had sent us to pick him up. He followed us, just like a bakra.'

'Who did you hand over the money to? Was it Makhija?'

The butcher laughed, showing his gold tooth. 'How does it matter now?' 

'Wait, you knew that he was going to the hotel? Who told you that, Suraj Joshi?' 

The butcher picked up a hammer and a roll of masking tape from the bed, and stood up. 'Stop talking, and try praying to your God now.' 

'It's the same God as yours, you bastard,' Arjun said, and had the pleasure of seeing the butcher wince in discomfort.'

Karim Qasai stepped closer to Arjun.

(p. 353-354)

Obviously Gaurav Sharma followed them when the butcher said Madan Makhija was waiting nearby. And once he was in the butcher's car, Suraj Joshi must have knocked him out or used chloroform on him. 

(p. 391-392)

*

Krishna - Arjun (p. 398)

Yamini ... A pair of sunglasses pushed up above her forehead ... a pair of sandals [Ms. X / Bobby / Pamela ...]

Yamini 

Sonali

Rhea 

Alisha K 

Meenakshi 

Liza 

*

Lambu

*

'Does he work for you now?'

'He asks a lot of questions, doesn't he?' the short man said. 'Sala, do you think this is 

Kaun Banega Crorepati??

(p. 347)

[Lambu (T.N.) = transformed Am. Bach.?!!]

- ANKUSH SAIKIA: DEAD MEAT (PENGUIN BOOKS) ₹399

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 18, 2021

NOT PAMELA 

Satanic pair, Nazi bosses: Peter and Pamela 

(Both have many evil Nazi clones.)

NL is not Pamela/Snake

WF is not Pamela/Snake

Or is Pamela/Snake one of them?

Kishalay Sinha [G] November 18, 2021