The Slave Trade Was Globalism. Why People

At The Time I Was Taught To Read, It Was An Eden-like Time Of My Life. My Mother Adored Me. Everyone Adored Me. So I Associate Reading With Enormous Pleasure.

I Was Just Looking At Moving To Cambridge, And A House I Was Looking At Cost A Million Dollars. Because Somehow, That's What A House Costs. And I Was Thinking, "how Can It Be?" And I Was Thinking, "what Am I Doing? Am I Going To Be Niall Ferguson, That Horrible Man?

I Loved Charlotte Bronte When I Was Little, And I Wanted To Be Charlotte Bronte The Way People Want To Be A Princess.

It Is True That Our Skin Is Sort Of More Or Less The Same Shade. But Is It True That Our Skin Color Makes Us A Distinctive Race? No.

One Day I Was Living Silently In A Personal Hell, Without Anyone To Tell What I Felt, Without Even Knowing That The Feelings I Had Were Possible To Have; And Then One Day I Was Not Living Like That At All. I Had Begun To See The Past Like This: There Is A Line; You Can Draw It Yourself, Or Sometimes It Gets Drawn For You; Either Way, There It Is, Your Past, A Collection Of People You Used To Be And Things You Used To Do. Your Past Is The Person You No Longer Are, The Situations You Are No Longer In.