"When your fight has purpose – to free you from something, to interfere on
the behalf of an innocent – it has a hope of finality. When the fight is
about unraveling – when it is about your name, the places to which your
blood is anchored, the attachment of your name to some landmark or
event – there is nothing but hate, and the long, slow progression of
people who feed on it and are fed it, meticulously, by the ones who come
before them. Then the fight is endless, and comes in waves and waves,
but always retains its capacity to surprise those who hope against it."
- Téa Obreht
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