"'The Museum of Innocence' is not about politics; it's a love story, but I think it's political in the sense that it wants to capture how a man suppres...

...the waiting was torture, the worst Ka had ever known. It was this pain, this deadly wait, he now remembered, that had made him afraid to fall in love.
~ Orhan Pamuk ~












...the waiting was torture, the worst Ka had ever known. It was this pain, this deadly wait, he now ...
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