There was no day for him now, and there was no night; there was but a long stretch of time, a long stretch of time that was very short; and then - the end. Toward no one in the world did he feel any fear now, for he knew that fear was useless; and toward no one in the world did he feel any hate now, for he knew that hate would not help him.
—from Native Son, a book by Richard Wright
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