Bones Zitate

A rich man’s body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. ‘’Ours’’ is different. My father’s spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog’s collar; cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below

his hip bones into his buttocks. The story of a poor man’s life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.

There can thus be no manner of doubt that the Muslim Society in India is afflicted by the same social evils as afflict the Hindu Society. Indeed, the Muslims have all the social evils of the Hindus and something more. That something more is the compulsory system of purdah for Muslim women. As a consequence of the purdah system, a segregation of the Muslim women is brought about. The ladies are not

expected to visit the outer rooms, verandahs, or gardens; their quarters are in the back-yard. All of them, young and old, are confined in the same room. …She cannot go even to the mosque to pray, and must wear burka (veil) whenever she has to go out. These burka women walking in the streets is one of the most hideous sights one can witness in India. Such seclusion cannot but have its

deteriorating effects upon the physical constitution of Muslim women. They are usually victims to anaemia, tuberculosis, and pyorrhoea. Their bodies are deformed, with their backs bent, bones protruded, hands and feet crooked. Ribs, joints and nearly all their bones ache. Heart palpitation is very often present in them. The result of this pelvic deformity is untimely death at the time of delivery.

Purdah deprives Muslim women of mental and moral nourishment. Being deprived of healthy social life, the process of moral degeneration must and does set in. Being completely secluded from the outer world, they engage their minds in petty family quarrels, with the result that they become narrow and restricted in their outlook. They lag behind their sisters from other communities, cannot take part

in any outdoor activity and are weighed down by a slavish mentality and an inferiority complex. They have no desire for knowledge, because they are taught not to be interested in anything outside the four walls of the house. Purdah women in particular become helpless, timid, and unfit for any fight in life. … Not that purdah and the evils consequent thereon are not to be found among certain

sections of the Hindus in certain parts of the country. But the point of distinction is that among the Muslims, purdah has a religious sanctity which it has not with the Hindus. Purdah has deeper roots among the Muslims than it has among the Hindus, and can only be removed by facing the inevitable conflict between religious injunctions and social needs. The problem of purdah is a real problem with

the Muslims—apart from its origin—which it is not with the Hindus. Of any attempt by the Muslims to do away with it, there is no evidence.

How can anyone be interested in war? — that glorious pursuit of annihilation with its ceremonious bellowings and trumpetings over the mangling of human bones and muscles and organs and eyes, its inconceivable agonies which could have been prevented by a few well-chosen, reasonable words. How, why, did this unnecessary business begin? Why does anyone want to read about it — this redundant human

madness which men accept as inevitable?

Hank (über Bones 'Allgemeinwissen'): "Ist sie wimmer so?"
Booth: "Tja, weißt du, Pops, sie weiß eben über alles genau bescheid."
Hank: "Sie sollten mal zu ner Quizshow gehen, da würden Sie ordentlich abräumen."
Booth: "Genau das gleiche sag ich auch immer, aber sie hat schon genug Kohle."
Hank: "Sie hat Talent, Charme, sie ist hübsch, besitzt Geld. Und ihr seid

nur befreundet?! Dich hab ich aber nicht gut erzogen!"

Bill Bones: "He, ihr zwei. Schluss mit dem Quacksalbergeschwätz!"
Dr. Livesey: "Sprecht Ihr mit mir, mein Herr, oder irre ich mich?"
B.B.: "Na, mit wem denn sonst! Natürlich, mit Euch!"
Dr. L.: "Na, dann hört mal gut zu. Wenn Ihr es so weiter treibt mit dem Rum, wird es bald einen Lumpenhund weniger auf der Welt geben. Und ein Schaden wär's nicht, würde ich meinen."

(Bill Bones zückt wütend sein Messer.)
"Wartet nur, ich stech' Euch ab. Ich spieß' Euch auf...!"
Dr. L.: Wenn Ihr das Messer nicht augenblicklich wieder wegsteckt, werdet Ihr beim nächsten Gerichtstag baumeln. Darauf habt Ihr mein Wort."