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“The tragedy of power like mine is that there is no way down. There can only be extinction. Dust to dust; rags to rags; fear to fear.”

Quote by V.S. Naipaul

Book:The Mimic Men
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The Mimic Men

The book delves into the complexities of human identity and cultural adaptation through the lives of its characters. more

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V.S. Naipaul

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