The question whether the long effort to put an end to war can succeed without another major convulsion challenges not only our minds but our sense of responsibility.
I grew up, as many Indians do, in an archipelago of tongues. My maternal grandfather, who was a surgeon in the city of Madras, was fluent in at least four languages and used each of them daily.
One of the processes of your life is to constantly break down that inferiority, to constantly reaffirm that I Am Somebody.

