Debu said, 'Organizing large masses of people.' And he meant something else as well: experiencing the love the people offered to those wo were trying to do something for them. 'Love is a trite word. You cannot describe the thing I mean - it was something welling up and touching you. At that time I thought this was to do with loyalty to the party. Now I feel that the party always is the person. That is what I mean by the taste of blood: the people give you a million times more that what you might ultimately give them.'
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Monday, June 9, 2008
India: A Million Mutinies Now - pg. 333
Labels: Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul
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