“ Every fall, Princeton raised her skirt for the corporate recruiters who came onto campus and — as you say in America — showed them some skin. The skin Princeton showed was good skin, of course — young, eloquent, and clever as can be— but even among all that skin, I knew in my senior year that I was something special. I was a perfect breast, if you will—tan,succulent, seemingly defiant of gravity—and I was confident of getting any job I wanted.
Mohsin Hamid, The Reluctant Fundamentalist
