"Yet I had felt from childhood that I -- that I was different -- I mean that I was not like other children my age . . . . I was like something rounded, made of rubber: you throw it in the water and it doesn't get wet, you throw it on the ground and it bounces back."
Season of Migration To The North -- Tayeb Salih (tr. Denys Johnson-Davies).
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