Quote by: Achmat Dangor

He stands on the stone table and selects a large fig, bites into the skin, then opens it with his fingers. He thinks of a woman's sex, ancient and eternal, no young girl would have such gritty sweetness. Was this not perhaps the fruit that got Adam and Eve thrown out of Eden? Who would want to give up an unblemished state of immortality for the insipid apple?

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Author Bio

  • NameAchmat Dangor
  • DescriptionSouth African writer
  • Born1948
  • CountrySouth Africa
  • ProfessionPoet