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Invisible Man
by Ralph Ellison

It goes a long way back, some twenty years. All my life I had been looking at something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction, and even self-contradictory. I was naive, I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself. But first I had to discover that I am an invisible man!8221;