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I am reading V.S. Naipaul's "The Mimic Men" after trying so many times and not going beyond a few pages. Not because the book is difficult to understand, but because I need a particular mood to read any book; it is sometimes like climbing uphill, so strenuous and energy consuming. When I have the right mood, the book becomes so easily readable.
Anyway, just wanted to share a sentence from the book. 'Once a man is stripped of his dignities he is required, not to die or to run away, but to find his level.'
But we always try to run away, either from life or from its problems. And finding one's level, after losing one's dignity, may not be such an appealing idea to think about, but it is the only practical solution I have ever heard till now. Do you agree?

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