“The monkey in Mao, out of sight in the 1940s, returned to disperse a fart or two in the golden temple of accomplishment.”
p. 205. Mao by Ross Terrill.
I continue to absolutely love the turns of phrase that Terrill inflicts upon the pages of his books. Overall, I think it’s a substandard biography, so far. I’ve read more than one biography of Mao and Terrill gives very delicate treatment to Mao’s brutality. I sense that Terrill is a bit too sympathetic and accepting of communist brutality.
Still… the man knows how to turn a phrase. It’s a delightful read.