Excerpt from 'The Satanic Verses'

It was during one of these playful sessions at the end of a working day, when the girls were alone with their eunuchs and their wine, that Baal heard the youngest talking about her client, the grocer, Musa. 'That one!' she said. 'He's got a bee in his bonnet about the Prophet's wives. He's so annoyed about them that he gets excited just by mentioning their names. He tells me that I personally am the spitting image of Ayesha herself, and she's His Nibs's favourite, as all are aware. So there.'

The fifty-year-old courtesan butted in. 'Listen, those women in that harem, the men don't talk about anything else these days. No wonder Mahound secluded them, but it's only made things worse. People fantasize more about what they can't see.'

Especially in this town, Baal thought; above all in our Jahilia of the licentious ways, where until Mahound arrived with his rule book, the women dressed brightly, and all the talk was of fucking and money, money and sex, and not just the talk either.

He said to the youngest whore: 'Why don't you pretend for him?'

'Who?'

'Musa. If Ayesha gives him such a thrill, why not become his private and personal Ayesha?'

'God,' the girls said. 'If they heard you say that they'd boil your balls in butter.'

"Return to Jahilia," in which prostitutes contemplate taking the names of the wives of Muhammad from The Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie, 1988, novel. Viking Press.