Going home at night! It wasn't often that I was on the river at night. I never liked it. I never felt in control. In the darkness of river and forest… - V. S. Naipaul

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Going home at night! It wasn't often that I was on the river at night. I never liked it. I never felt in control. In the darkness of river and forest you could be sure only of what you could see — and even on a moonlight night you couldn't see much. When you made a noise — dipped a paddle in the water — you heard yourself as though you were another person. The river and the forest were like presences, and much more powerful than you. You felt unprotected, an intruder ... You felt the land taking you back to something that was familiar, something you had known at some time but had forgotten or ignored, but which was always there. You felt the land taking you back to what was there a hundred years ago, to what had been there always.

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About V. S. Naipaul

Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul (17 August 1932 - 11 August 2018) was a British writer of Indo-Nepalese descent born and raised in Trinidad. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2001.

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Birth Name: Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul
Alternative Names: V.S. Naipaul Sir Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul
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