Where would I be when the next New Year came, I wondered? By then, would there be war—a major war? Would Mussolini and Hitler have finished their practice in Ethiopia and Spain to turn their planes on the rest of us? Would civilization be destroyed? Would the world end?
“Not my world,” I said to myself. “My world will not end.” But worlds—entire nations and civilizations—do end. In the snowy night in the shadows of the old houses of Montmartre, I repeated to myself, “My world won’t end.”
But how could I be so sure? I don’t know.
For a moment I wondered.
-Langston Hughes, I Wonder as I Wander