“I’m a Muslim,” said Samad, pushing a plate of pork away. “And my Rita Hayworth leaves me only with my soul.”
“Why don’t you eat it?” said Archie, guzzling his two chops down like a madman. “Strange business, if you ask me.”
“I don’t eat it for the same reason you as an Englishman will never truly satisfy a woman.”
“Why’s that?” said Archie, pausing from his feast.
“It’s in our cultures, my friend.”
Samad is a testy fellow.
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