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What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and colour and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker’s rack. Kibii, the Nandi boy, was my good friend.

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But, for a little while, this is the place for us — a good place too–a place of good omen, a place of beginning things–and of ending things I never thought would end.
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Ends Good Littles
A map says to you. Read me carefully, follow me closely, doubt me not… I am the earth in the palm of your hand.
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Doubt Hands Maps
You can live a lifetime and at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself.
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Knowledge Lifetime People
Success feeds confidence.
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Confidence Feeds Success
the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.
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Dispassionate Hands Men Mind
What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and color and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker’s rack.
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Children Men Race
This, I suppose, is why we are so wonderful and can make movies and electric razors and wireless sets – and guns with which to shoot the elephant, the hare, clay pigeons, and each other.
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Electric Elephant Pigeon Razor
Memory is a drug. Memory can hold you against your strength and against your will.
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Again Drugs Memories
Africa is never the same to anyone who leaves it and returns again. It is not a land of change, but it is a land of moods and its moods are numberless.
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Land Men Moods Race Return
Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company – and so talk goes out through the lips.
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Lips Lonely Many Men Sometimes
You know then what you had always been told — that the world once lived and grew without adding machines and newsprint and brick-walled streets and the tyranny of clocks.
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Adding Clock Machine Street Told Tyrants
In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents.
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Demand Parent Views
There are as many Africas as there are books about Africa.
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Book Country Many Things
A life has to move or it stagnates. Even this life, I think. Every tomorrow ought not to resemble every yesterday.
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Moving Thinking Yesterday
Nature having developed their bodies in one direction and their brains in another, while human beings, on the other hand, drew from Mr. Darwin’s lottery of evolution both the winning ticket and the stub to match it.
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Hand Human Being Lottery Winning Other
Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. The cloud clears as you enter it. I have learned this, but like everyone, I learned it late.
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Clouds Distance Years

What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and colour and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker’s rack. Kibii, the Nandi boy, was my good friend.

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What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and colour and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker’s rack. Kibii, the Nandi boy, was my good friend.

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