Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love — or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?

We are made mysteries to ourselves by the Rooster Coop we are locked in.

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You were looking for the key for years
But the door was always open!

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Strange thoughts brew in your heart when you spend too much time with old books.

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The book of your revolution sits in the pit of your belly, young Indian. Crap it out, and read.

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— Quotes from Aravind Adiga’s The White Tiger