Forget as if you never existed, Prays! It is as if you were a dog of my country who died under a car in the street, as if you did not sacrifice your life for the sake of culture. By God, you did more than Hajj Naguib Mahfouz, my master Taha Hussein, and my uncle Al-Abnoudi. By God, Uncle Khairy, you are bastards just as you described them, Jarabee, Hajj Najib. The intellectuals betrayed me and crucified me as if I were the Messiah of the end of time. I came to ransom them and erase their misery and give them pleasure, so they preyed on me and ate my flesh. The rabble!