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Sometimes The Dead Are More Alive Than The Living. And They Can Kill The Living.

I Met Indira Gandhi In Her Office In The Government Palace. The Same Office That Had Been Her Father's - Large, Cold And Plain. She Was Sitting, Small And Slender, Behind A Bare Desk. When I Entered, She Got Up And Came Forward To Give Me Her Hand, Then Sat Down Again And Cut The Preliminaries Short By Fixing Me With A Gaze That Meant: Go Ahead With The First Question, Don't Waste Time, I Really Have No Time To Waste.

One Day You And I Will Have To Have A Little Talk About This Business Called Love. I Still Don't Understand What It's All About. My Guess Is That It's Just A Gigantic Hoax, Invented To Keep People Quiet And Diverted. Everyone Talks About Love: The Priests, The Advertising Posters, The Literati, And The Politicians, Those Of Them Who Make Love. And In Speaking Of Love And Offering It As A Panacea For Every Tragedy, They Would And Betray And Kill Both Body And Soul.

Whether It Comes From A Despotic Sovereign Or An Elected President, From A Murderous General Or A Beloved Leader, I See Power As An Inhuman And Hateful Phenomenon.

The Moment You Give Up Your Principles, And Your Values, You Are Dead, Your Culture Is Dead, Your Civilization Is Dead. Period.