A person may even select a flying creature of his own invention. . . . To give a thing a name . . . to rescue it from anonymity, to pluck it out of the Place of Namelessness . . He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends, because dreams end, stories end, life ends, at the finish of everything we use his name. In the old days .
Free speech is life itself.
Your brain is full of make-believe, so there is no room in it for facts. Rashid hid his face in his hands and wept. The Chupwalas, on the other hand, turned out to be a disunited rablle . Gup is bright and Chup is dark. Gup is warm and Chup is freezing cold.