Shantaram: A Novel

Personality and personal identity are in some ways like co-ordinates on the street map drawn by our intersecting relationships.

bwana,

larceny

defiled

The past reflects eternally between two mirrors—the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn’t do or say.

indignant

justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them.’

malignity.

I turned in surprise to see Karla leaning in the doorway with her arms folded. An ironic half-smile turned up the corners of her mouth. She was dressed in green—loose silk trousers and a long-sleeved top, with a shawl of darker green. Her black hair was free, and burnished with copper tints by the sun. The green of warm, shallow water in a dreamed