But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.
When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

