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The Only Victory That Really Counts In Prison Is Survival. But Survival Means More Than Simply Being Alive. It's Not Just The Body That Must Survive A Jail Term; The Spirit And The Will And The Heart Have To Make It Through As Well. If Any One Of Them Is Broken Or Destroyed, The Man Whose Living Body Walks Through The Gate, At The End Of His Sentence, Can't Be Said To Have Survived It. And It's For Those Small Victories Of The Heart, And The Spirit, And The Will That We Sometimes Risk The Body That Cradles Them.

The Amount Of Force And Violence Necessary To Board The Train, For Example Was No Less And No More Than The Amoount Of Politeness And Consideration Necessary To Ensure That The Cramped Journey Was As Pleasant As Possible Afterwards. What Is Necessary? That Was The Unspoken But Implied, And Unavoidable Question Everywhere In India.

Sometimes We Love With Nothing More Than Hope. Sometimes We Cry With Everything Except Tears.

One, What Would Happen If Everyone Did This Thing? Two, Would This Help Or Hinder The Movement Toward Universal Ultimate Complexity?

Indians Are The Italians Of Asia And Vice Versa. Every Man In Both Countries Is A Singer When He Is Happy, And Every Woman Is A Dancer When She Walks To The Shop At The Corner. For Them, Food Is The Music Inside The Body And Music Is The Food Inside The Heart. Amore Or Pyar Makes Every Man A Poet, A Princess Of Peasant Girl If Only For Second Eyes Of Man And Woman Meets.