I keep remembering from my early student days how I would walk at night through the streets, my hands bunched into fists in the pocket of my coat, my head hunched deep into my collar, and how I used to say, ‘I want to work, I shall work’–and then I would come back home and be so exhausted by my determination that I had no strength left to do the actual work.

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