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Exorciser   :    When you pass by a temple in an Indian bus, all the hands move thrice between the forehead and the chest, with eyes shut or half-shut burdened by piety. One day the dogs of India too will do the same, and perhaps the pigs also; if they have not already started doing so.
Howrah Bridge is falling down falling down falling down …
COUNTERNOTES


[i] cf. Samuel Beckett’s comment ¾ “I have no religious feeling. Once I had a religious emotion. It was at my first communion. No more ... when you pass a church on an Irish bus, all the hands flurry in the sign of the cross. One day the dogs of Ireland will do that too and perhaps also the pigs.”
[ii] cf. T. S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land’ (line 426)
[iii] cf. ibid (line 390)
[iv] cf. James Joyce’s ‘The Sisters’ (opening paragraph)
[v] cf. ibid
[vi] cf. Heiner Müller’s ‘Hamletmachine’ (1. Family Scrapbook)
[vii] cf. Guillaume Apollinaire’s ‘Les Mamelles de Tiresias’
[viii] cf. William Shakespeare’s ‘Macbeth’ (Act V, Scene v, lines 17-28)
[ix] cf. Paul Claudel’s accusations of James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’ as “blasphemies uttered by a renegade”. It reminds me of another comment by William Burroughs : “I think ‘Finnegans Wake’ rather represents a trap into which experimental writing can fall when it becomes purely experimental.”
[x] cf. Samuel Beckett’s ‘The Calmative’ (opening sentence)