Jab tak jahan
Me hai 
Tab tak baat 
Kar liya karo
Varna badme tabije 
Bandte bhiroge

And thus I was to be found, in the first week of June, standing on the banks of the Shenandoah again, in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, blinking at a grey sky and trying to pretend that with all my heart this was where I wanted to be.

I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can't stand it. I been there before.

A celestial camera recorded my every movement, impartially, without judgement or pity. I was marked; I was of interest; I would survive.

Written By V.S. Naipaul

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