“I would like you to imagine yourselves somewhere in Southern Africa, standing in an Indian store, in a poor area, in a time of bad drought. There is a line of people, mostly women, with every kind of container for water. This store gets a bowser of precious water every afternoon from the town, and here the people wait.

The Indian is standing with the heels of his hands pressed down on the counter, and he is watching a black woman, who is bending over a wadge of paper that looks as if it has been torn from a book. She is reading Anna Karenina.”

Holy fuck.

Please read Doris Lessing’s Nobel Prize Lecture. It makes you want to grab that happy cellphone girl tripping down the street with her Supre bag and scream in her face “FUCK YOU!  FUCK YOU!”.