Rene Magritte The Sea of Flames painting

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reasons he gave his wife, or was he simply finding a way of leaving the coast clear for his pursuit of the madonna of the butterflies, the epileptic, Ayesha? "Some coast," he thought, remembering Mrs. Qureishi with her eyes of an accusative hawk, "some clear." His mother-in-law's presence, he argued to himself, was further proof of his bona fides. Had he not encouraged Mishal to send for her, even though he knew perfectly well that the old fatty couldn't stand him and would suspect him of every damn slyness under the sun? "Would I have been so keen for her to come if I was planning on hanky panky?" he asked himself. But the nagging inner voices continued: "All this recent sexology, this renewed interest in your lady wife, is simple transference. Really, you are longing for your peasant floozy to come and flooze with you."
Guilt had the effect of making the zamindar feel entirely worthless. His mother--in--law's insults came to seem, in his un, like the literal truth. "Softo," she called him, and sitting in his study, surrounded by