He too was in search of a quietus, of peace. So, his old self must somehow be cancelled, put away for good. It must not rise up like a spectre from the tomb to claim him at some future point, dragging him down into the sepulchre of the past. And if he failed then he failed, but one did not contemplate what lay beyond failure while one was still trying to succeed.
Fury by Salman Rushdie















