Tuesday, November 28, 2006

My Name is Red

After I took care of that pathetic man, wandering the streets of Istanbul for four days was enough to confirm that everyone with a gleam of cleverness in his eye and the shadow of his soul cast across his face was a hidden assassin. Only imbeciles are innocent.

from My Name is Red
by Orhan Pamuk
translated by Erdag M. Goknar
Vintage International, 2002


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