Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore

Life seemed even more of a guessing game than usual.

Whose little boy are you?

There wasn't any confusion. For the most part, it's just being consistent. San Antonio has been together for so long, and we go against them and they're ad-libbing and switching things. We just have to talk a little bit better.

It was not only colored people who praised John, since they could not, John felt, in any case really know; but white people also said it, in fact had said it first and said it still. It was when John was five years old and in the first grade that he was first noticed; and since he was noticed by an eye altogether alien and impersonal, he began to perceive, in wild uneasiness, his individual existence.

There's a lot of confusion. There's a lot frustration and anger.