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She smiles. She says his name.
Ender Wiggin, my precious.
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My very self
He looked away. ‘Sorry, Gepetto, but I can’t be a real boy. I have no soul.’
She didn’t understand the name he said, but she understood the word soul. ‘All my childhood I was thought to be a servant by nature. To have no soul. Then one day they discovered that I have one. So far it has brought me no great happiness.’
‘I’m not speaking of some religious idea. I’m speaking of the aiúa. I haven’t got one. Remember what happened to Miro’s broken-down body when his aiúa abandoned it.’
‘But you don’t crumble, so you must have an aiúa after all.’
‘I don’t have it, it has me. I continue to exist because the aiúa whose irresistible will called me into existence continues to imagine me. Continues to need me, to control me, to be my will.’
‘Ender Wiggin?’ she asked.
‘My brother, my creator, my tormentor, my god, my very self.’
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‘I can call spirits from the vasty deep,’ he said again. And then, changing his voice and manner a little, he answered himself. ‘Why so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?’
‘Shakespeare?’ she guessed.
He grinned at her. She thought of the way a cat smiles at the creature it is toying with. ‘That’s always the best guess when a European is doing the quoting,’ he said.
‘The quotation is funny,’ she said. ‘A man brags that he can summon the dead. But the other man says that the trick is not calling, but rather getting them to come.’
He laughed. ‘What a way you have with humor.’
‘This quotation means something to you, because Ender called you forth from the dead.’
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"Agha sahib sarà preoccupato" fu tutto quello che disse.
La scena si svolse esattamente come l'avevo sognata. En-trai nello studio fumoso. Baba e Rahim Khan bevevano tè ascoltando le notizie alla radio. Si voltarono verso di me e sul volto di mio padre si accese un gran sorriso. Apri le brac-cia. Misi l'aquilone per terra e corsi verso di lui. Seppellii il viso nel suo petto caldo e scoppiai a piangere. Baba mi tenne stretto a sé. Mi lasciai cullare avanti e indietro, immemore di ciò che avevo fatto.
