Bring children-into what future? That was the most baboon like thing the other coolies did: procreate, as if to say they were satisfied with their fate, they were happy to replenish the world that had consigned them to this task.
You have to attain a certain level of richness before you can complain about being poor, he thought. When you are this poor, you are not given the right to complain.
Because we let them. Because we do not dare run away with that wad of fifty thousand rupees-because we know other poor people will catch us and drag us back before the rich man. We poor have built a prison around ourselves.
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