When I learnt to write I became my own master, I became very strong, and that strength is with me to this very day.
V. S. NaipaulRead
We cannot understand all the traits we have inherited. Sometimes we can be strangers to ourselves.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the complexities of self-identity and inheritance of traits.
V. S. Naipaul's quote suggests that our understanding of ourselves is often limited by the traits we inherit, whether they come from our ancestry, culture, or personal experiences. It emphasizes the idea that we may not fully comprehend the motivations, characteristics, or behaviors that define us, leading to a feeling of estrangement from our own identities. This can provoke introspection about the nature of self-discovery and the factors that shape who we are.
In practice
In a discussion about personal growth at a workshop.
When I learnt to write I became my own master, I became very strong, and that strength is with me to this very day.
It is wrong to have an ideal view of the world. That's where the mischief starts. That's where everything starts unravelling.
If you decide to move to another country and to live within its laws you don't express your disregard for the essence of the culture. It's a form of aggression.
One must always try to see the truth of a situation - it makes things universal.
His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.
I think when you see so many Hindu temples of the 10th century or earlier disfigured, defaced, you realise that something terrible happened. I feel the civilisation of that closed world was mortally wounded by those invasions the old world is destroyed. That has to be understood. Ancient Hindu India was destroyed.
The Russian yearning for the meaning of life is the major theme of our literature, and this is the real point of our intelligentsia's existence.
My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious.
Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.
Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.
When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)
Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world full of conformists.
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