"I'm beginning to think," she said, "that growing just means learning more and more about anguish. That poison becomes your diet -- you drink a little of it every day. Once you've seen it, you can't stop seeing it -- that's the trouble. And it can, it can" -- she passed her hand wearily over her brow again --"drive you mad." She walked away briefly, then returned to their corner. "You begin to see that you yourself, innocent, upright you, have contributed and do contribute to the misery of the world. Which will never end because we're what we are."
James Baldwin, Another Country