My mother Aurora Zogoiby was too bright a star; look at her too hard and you'd be blinded. Even now, in the memory, she dazzles, must be circled about and about. We may perceive her indirectly, in her effects on others - her bending of other people's light, her gravitational pull which denied us all of hope of escape, the decaying orbits of those too weak to withstand her, who fell towards her sun and its consuming fires.
--Salman Rushdie, "The Moor's Last Sigh"
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