Passage Analysis (TT&TD)
Passage: Chapter 4, pg. 47-48 “The other Rauf Ilwan has gone, disappeared, like yesterday, like the first day in the history of man–Like Nabawiyya’s love or Ilish’s loyalty. I must not be deceived by appearances. His kind words are cunning, his smiles no more than a curl of his lips, his generosity a defensive flick of the fingers, and only a sense of guilt moved him to let me cross the threshold of his house. You made me now you reject me: Your ideas create their embodiment in my person and then you simply change them, leaving me lost––rootless, worthless, without hope––a betrayal so vile that if the whole Muqattam hill toppled over and buried it, I still would not be satisfied. I wonder if you ever admit, even to yourself, that you betrayed me. Maybe you’ve deceived yourself as much as you try to deceive others. Hasn’t your conscience bothered you even in the dark? I wish I could penetrate your soul as easily as I’ve penetrated your house, that house of mirrors and objets d’ar
