The trick was to live here without hating yourself
because all around you was hatred. The trick was to refuse to allow your pain to prevent you from living honorably.
It was best to accept old age, death, injustice, hardship—all of these were part of living.
To deny that there was this dark side to life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher "reality" of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime.