Quote by V. S. Naipaul

Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.


Argentine political life is like the life of an ant communit

Summary

This quote likens Argentine political life to the intricate and cyclical existence of an ant community or an African forest tribe. It suggests that the political landscape in Argentina is marked by a continuous series of events, crises, and even the downfall of individuals, yet it continuously moves through cycles. This may indicate that despite the turbulent nature of politics in Argentina, there is a sense of enduring resilience and a pattern of repeating patterns, where each year concludes similarly to how it began.

By V. S. Naipaul
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