It's easier for the former masters to put aside the masks that hid their humanity than for the former slaves to recognise the faces underneath. Or to trust that this is not a new mask these are wearing.
Disaster is private, in its way, as love is.
Success sometimes may be defined as a disaster put on hold. Qualified. Has to be.
Sincerity is never having an idea of oneself.
The facts are always less than what really happened.
The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the mind's eye only, fade out in sand.