This is the contradiction of racism, colonialism, and all forms of tyranny: in order to treat a man like a dog, one must first recognize him as a man. - Jean-Paul Sartre

How can I, who have not the strength to hold my own past, hope to save the past of someone else?

Something has happened to me, I can't doubt it anymore. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and i was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it's blossoming.

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom — ah the soul-destroying boredom — of long days of mild content.