Mahound's eyes open wide, he's seeing some kind of vision, staring at it, oh, that's right, Gibreel remembers, me. He's seeing me. My lips moving, being moved by. What, whom? Don't know, can't say. Nevertheless, here they are, coming out of my mouth, up my throat, past my teeth: the Words.
Being God's postman is no fun, yaar.
Butbutbut: God isn't in this picture.
God knows whose postman I've been.
- Salman Rushdie (1947)
Uit: The Satanic Verses (1988)