Kamala pointed to her boy and said: “Did you recognise him as well? He is your son.” Her eyes became confused and fell shut. The boy wept, Siddhartha took him on his knees, let him weep, petted his hair, and at the sight of the child’s face, a Brahman prayer came to his mind, which he had learned a long time ago, when he had been a little boy himself. Slowly, with a singing voice, he started to speak; from his past and childhood, the words came flowing to him. And with that singsong, the boy became calm, was only now and then uttering a sob and fell asleep. Siddhartha placed him on Vasudeva’s
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🙄 好一個把女人當工具人 襯托男性的偉岸 剝削完性價值用完子宮就殺
