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• While I was
  fighting, I heard other people speaking in the name of freedom, and the
  more they defend this unique right, the more enslaved they seemed to be
  to their parents’ wishes, to a marriage in which they had promised to
  stay with the other person ‘for the rest of their lives’, to the
  bathroom scales, to their diet, to half-finished projects, to lovers to
  whom they were incapable of saying ‘No’ or ‘It’s over’, to weekends
  when they were oblliged to have lunch with people they didn’t even
  like. Slaves to luxury, to the appearance of luxury, to the appearance
  of appearance of luxury. Slaves to a life they had not chosen, but
  which they had decided to live because someone had managed to convince
  them that it was all for the best. And so their identical days and
  nights passed, days and nights in which adventure was just a word in a
  book or an image on the television that was always on, and whenever a
  door opened, they would say:

  ‘I’m not intersted. I’m not in the mood.’

  How
  could they possibly know if they were in the mood or not if they had
  never tried? But there was no point in asking; the truth was they were
  afraid of any change that would upset the world they had grown used
  to.(p 10)

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