Where does discontent start? You are warm enough but you shiver. You are fed yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time the Bastard Time.
Man unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe grows beyond his...
To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a...
Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?
