But, for me, too easily escapable. The work of his which I've encountered before brought home levels of oppression I hadn't imagined for myself. Here I was reminded of passing through a caged check point where the experience was of young conscripts of the occupying forces who locked the turnstiles at will out of what felt like indifference or spite. And, of course, I'm aware periodically of the privileged thoughts and habits from which I rarely escape.
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