He made up for the imperfections of his hands with the perfection of his smile. A Smile of Enlightenment.
And how did one acquire such enlightenment, he wondered, here in a grim ward, collecting faeces and urine from the beds of the lame and the halt and the diseased? Or were these necessary conditions? For learning that young or old, rich or old, we all stank at the other end.
- From Family Matters, a fiction novel by Rohinton Mistry
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