These are Rushdie's words in the September 15 issue of The New Yorker that have got him in trouble once again: "Think of it this way. The object of desire, the Beauty, the Blonde (Diana), is repeatedly subject to the unwelcome attentions of a persistent suitor (the Camera) until the dashing glamorous knight (riding in his Automobile) sweeps her away. The Camera with its unavoidably Phallic long-lensed snout, gives pursuit. And the story reaches its tragic climax, for the Automobile is driven not by a hero but by a clumsy drunk. Put not your trust in fairy tales or chivalrous knights. The object of desire, in the moment of her death, sees the phallic lenses advancing upon her, snapping, snapping. Think of it this way, and the pornography of Diana Spencer's death becomes apparent. She died in a sublimated sexual assault."