Once in his room, Carroll gave way to a period of complete slump, both mental and physical. He just sat there and felt -- not thought about -- the sheer impossibility of a single man successfully fighting an entire inimical culture.
The more he considered it the more he felt the futility of it all. The fact that he of all the teeming billions of Sol's heritage, was cognizant made it that more hopeless.
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