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project". As a result, they sought ethical satisfactions in the oldest of the grand narratives, that is, religious faith. "But these narratives are being manipulated by the theocracy and various political elements in an entirely retrogressive way." Bhupen said: "We can't deny the ubiquity of faith. If we write in such a way as to pre-judge such belief as in some way deluded or false, then are we not guilty of elitism, of imposing our world-view on the masses?" Swatilekha was scornful. "Battle lines are being drawn up in India today," she cried. "Secular versus rational, the light versus the dark. Better you choose which side you are on."
Bhupen got up, angrily, to go. Zeeny pacified him: "We can't afford schisms. There's planning to be done." He sat down again, and Swatilekha kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry," she said. "Too much education, George always says. In fact, I loved the poems. I was only arguing a case." Bhupen, mollified, pretended to punch her on the nose; the crisis passed.

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"Yes, my Lord," whispered Bellatrix, and her eyes swam with tears of gratitude again. "At the first chance!"

　　　"You shall have it," said Voldemort. "And in your family, so in the world … we shall cut away the canker that infects us until only those of the true blood remain …"

　　　Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, pointed it directly at the slowly revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds.

"Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort.