The Satanic Verses

countryside. ‘There’s no work,’ Allie said. ‘So it’s empty. Gibreel says he can’t get used to the idea that all this space indicates poverty: says it looks like luxury to him, after India’s crowds.’ – ‘And your work?’ Chamcha asked. ‘What about that?’ She smiled at him, the ice-maiden façade long gone. ‘You’re a nice man to ask. I keep thinking, one day it’ll be my life in the middle, taking first place. Or, well, although I find it hard to use the first person plural: our life. That sounds better, right?’
    ‘Don’t let him cut you off,’ Saladin advised. ‘From Jumpy, from your own worlds, whatever.’ This was the moment at which his campaign could truly be said to have begun; when he set a foot upon that effortless, seductive road on which there was only one way to go. ‘You’re right,’ Allie was saying. ‘God, if he only knew. His precious Sisodia, for example: it’s not just seven-foot starlets he goes for, though he sure as hell likes those.’ – ‘He made a pass,’ Chamcha guessed; and, simultaneously, filed the information away for possible later use. ‘He’s totally shameless,’ Allie laughed. ‘It was right under Gibreel’s nose. He doesn’t mind rejection, though: he just bows, and murmurs
no offoffoffence
, and that’s that. Can you imagine if I told Gibreel?’
    Chamcha at the railway station wished Allie luck. ‘We’ll have to be in London for a couple of weeks,’ she said through the car window. ‘I’ve got meetings. Maybe you and Gibreel can get together then; this has really done him good.’
    ‘Call any time,’ he waved goodbye, and watched the Citroën until it was out of sight.

    That Allie Cone, the third point of a triangle of fictions – for had not Gibreel and Allie come together very largely by imagining,out of their own needs, an ‘Allie’ and a ‘Gibreel’ with whom each could fall in love; and was not Chamcha now imposing on them the requirements of his own troubled and disappointed heart? – was to be the unwitting, innocent agent of Chamcha’s revenge, became even plainer to the plotter, Saladin, when he found that Gibreel, with whom he had arranged to spend an equatorial London afternoon, wanted nothing so much as to describe in embarrassing detail the carnal ecstasy of sharing Allie’s bed. What manner of people were these, Saladin wondered with distaste, who enjoyed inflicting their intimacies on non-participating others? As Gibreel (with something like relish) described positions, love-bites, the secret vocabularies of desire, they strolled in Brickhall Fields among schoolgirls and roller-skating infants and fathers throwing boomerangs and frisbees incompetently at scornful sons, and picked their way through broiling horizontal secretarial flesh; and Gibreel interrupted his erotic rhapsody to mention, madly, that ‘I sometimes look at these pink people and instead of skin, Spoono, what I see is rotting meat; I smell their putrefaction here,’ he tapped his nostrils fervently, as if revealing a mystery, ‘in my
nose
.’ Then once again to Allie’s inner thighs, her cloudy eyes, the perfect valley of her lower back, the little cries she liked to make. This was a man in imminent danger of coming apart at the seams. The wild energy, the manic particularity of his descriptions suggested to Chamcha that he’d been cutting down on his dosages again, that he was rolling upwards towards the crest of a deranged high, that condition of febrile excitement that was like blind drunkenness in one respect (according to Allie), namely that Gibreel could remember nothing of what he said or did when, as was inevitable, he came down to earth. – On and on went the descriptions, the unusual length of her nipples, her dislike of having her navel interfered with, the sensitivity of her toes. Chamcha told himself that, madness or no madness, what all this sex-talk revealed (because there had been Allie in the Citroën too) was the
weakness
of their so-called ‘grand passion’ – a term which Allie had only half-jokingly employed – because, in a phrase, there was nothing else about it that was any good; there wassimply no other aspect of their togetherness
to
rhapsodize about. – At the same time, however, he felt himself becoming aroused. He began to see himself standing outside her window, while she stood there naked like an actress on a screen, and a man’s hands caressed her in a thousand ways, bringing her closer and