The trees were still green, the sky still blue, which counted for something. So they went ahead and plugged their smelly paradise - God's Own Country… - Arundhati Roy

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The trees were still green, the sky still blue, which counted for something. So they went ahead and plugged their smelly paradise - God's Own Country they called it in their brochures - because they knew, those clever Hotel People, that smelliness, like other peoples' poverty, was merely a matter of getting used to. A question of discipline. Of Rigor and Air-conditioning. Nothing more.