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We were no longer, technically, children although in many ways I am quite sure that we were. Childish has become a term of contempt. “Don’t be childish, darling.” “I hope to Christ I am. Don’t be childish yourself.” It is possible to be grateful that no one that you would willingly associate with you say, “Be mature. Be well-balanced, be well-adjusted.” Africa, being as old as it is, makes all people except the professional invaders and spoilers into children. No one says to anyone in Africa, “Why don’t you grow up?” . . . Men know that they are children in relation to the country and, as in armies, seniority and senility ride close together. But to have the heart of a child is not a disgrace. It is an honor. A man must comport himself as a man. . . . But it is never a reproach that he has kept a child’s heart, a child’s honesty and a child’s freshness and nobility.
