Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns painting

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"Zeeny, you didn't lose your Binaca smile."
_Binaca_. Where had that come from, the long forgotten toothpaste advertisement? And the vowel sounds, distinctly unreliable. Watch out, Chamcha, look out for your shadow. That black fellow creeping up behind.
On the second night she arrived at the theatre with two friends in tow, a young Marxist film-maker called George Miranda, a shambling whale of a man with rolled-up kurta sleeves, a flapping waistcoat bearing ancient stains, and a surprisingly military moustache with waxed points; and Bhupen Gandhi, poet and journalist, who had gone prematurely grey but whose face was baby-innocent until he unleashed his sly, giggling laugh. "Come on, Salad baba," Zeeny announced. "We're going to show you the town." She turned to her companions. "These _Asians_ from foreign got no shame," she declared. "Saladin, like a bloody lettuce, I ask you."
"There was a TV reporter here some days back," George Miranda said