आसमान में कबसे देखे पैमाने वाले,
मुझको भी देख खुदा बनाने वाले ।

I saw two rare beetles &amp; seized one in each hand; then I saw a third &amp; new kind, which I could not bear to lose, so I popped the one which I held in my right hand into my mouth.

Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?

He had scores to settle with the world, and she, at that moment, was world enough for him.

Written By John Banville

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