Shantaram: A Novel

exasperation.

castigated

aware of how pathetic I sounded, but unable to suppress the whine of disappointment in my voice.

malevolently

Guilt is the hilt of the knife that we use on ourselves, and love is often the blade; but it’s worry that keeps the knife sharp, and worry that gets most of us, in the end.

THE WORLD IS RUN by one million evil men, ten million stupid men, and a hundred million cowards,’

haphazard

mercenary,

‘Hell, no. I can’t stand politicians. A politician is someone who promises you a bridge, even when there’s no river.’