When Kapuscinski was still alive, Rushdie asked him how he had survived being condemned to death so many times.
"I make myself unimportant," Kapuscinski said. "I make myself seem unworthy of the assassin's bullet."
We understand the justice of bruises, burns, and scrapes: the pain we feel seems proportional to the evidence of the injury, but the case of the paper cut confounds us.
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