A review by carbaji
Nothing Personal: An Essay by James Baldwin

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“I know we often lose, and that death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one’s own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.”