We have as it seems to me, in this most mechanical, and interlocking of civilizations attempted to lop this creature down to the status of a time-saving invention...explained by Science. (The Protest Novel) overlooks something more than that, something indefinable, unpredictable. IN overlooking, denying, evading, complexity-which is nothing more than the disquieting complexity of ourselves-we are diminished and we perish; only within this web of ambiguity, paradox, this hunger, danger, darkness, can we find at once ourselves and the power that will free us from ourselves.
Baldwin, James. Notes of a Native Son. Malaysia?: Beacon Press, 1984.
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