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ing straight for him at a confident pace.
The man dropped the planks and ran for his life. The zoo staff immediately started searching for the
escaped bear. They found it back in its enclosurehaving climbed down into its pit the way it had
climbed outby way of a tree that had fallen over. It was thought that the noise of the planks of wood
falling to the ground had frightened it.
But I don’t insist. I don’t mean to defend zoos. Close them all down if you want (and let us hope
that what wildlife r [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ins can survive in what is left of the natural world). I know zoos are no longer
in people’s good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague
them both.
The Pondicherry Zoo doesn’t exist any more. Its pits are filled inthe cages torn down. I explore
it now in the only place left for itmy memory.
C H A P T E R 5
My name isn’t the end of the story about my name. When your name is Bob no one asks you“How
do you spell that?” Not so with Piscine Molitor Patel.
Some thought it was P. Singh and that I was a Sikhand they wondered why I wasn’t wearing a
turban.
In my university days I visited Montreal once with some friends. It fell to me to order pizzas one
night. I couldn’t