With Their Tinted Windows Up, The Cars

Neither You Nor I Speak English, But There Are Some Things That Can Be Said Only In English.

In Terms Of Formal Education, I May Somewhat Lacking. I Never Finished School. I Am A Self-taught Entrepreneur, That's The Best Kind There Is, Trust Me

Never Before In Human History Have So Few Owed So Much To So Many, Mr. Jiabao. A Handful Of Men In This Country Have Trained The Remaining 99.9 Percent—as Strong, As Talented, As Inteligent In Every Way—to Exist In Perpetual Servitude; A Servitude So Strong That You Can Put The Key Of His Emancipation In A Man's Hands And He Will Throw It Back At You With A Curse.

With Their Tinted Windows Up, The Cars Of The Rich Go Like Dark Eggs Down The Roads Of Delhi. Every Now And Then An Egg Will Crack Open A Woman's Hand, Dazzling With Gold Bangles, Stretches Out An Open Window, Flings An Empty Mineral Water Bottle Onto The Road And Then The Window Goes Up, And The Egg Is Resealed.

You Ask 'are You A Man Or A Demon?' Neither, I Say. I Have Woken Up, And The Rest Of You Are Sleeping, And That Is The Only Difference Between Us.