Everyone kept telling me that I didn’t belong here, and they were right. I was behind in every measure. But only an accident of birth was responsible for that. I was no less intelligent, no weaker than any of them. And if they thought I meant to run away with my tail between my legs, they were wrong. If I was to be granted the miraculous ability to learn to read and write, I meant to grasp it with both hands.
I don't understand that.
