The writer cannot expect to be excused from the task of reeducation and regeneration that must be done. In fact, he should march right in front.
Chinua AchebeMosquito [...] had asked Ear to marry him, whereupon Ear fell on the floor in uncontrollable laughter. "How much longer do you think you will live?" she asked. "You are already a skeleton." Mosquito went away humiliated, and any time he passed her way he told Ear that he was still alive.
Chinua AchebeAmong the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.
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