Chapter VII (Bwaise at Half-Past Midnight)
“I got drunk when I was twenty and stayed drunk until I was thirty-five, which is when I realised that I had become poor and it was too late.”
The man curled his fingers tighter around the base of a glass. The bottle seemed to glow and cast a dirty bronze light over his face. His [...]
Chapter VII (Things were taken)
When burglars robbed me, they took everything. They cleaned me out. I rose out of the haze of chloroform and staggered into the empty space between the windows, stared at a forced door and stood agape at the bare walls. An empty house.
That was the first time I really felt how non-existent I was. Without [...]
