Thus, as a reflection of such a reality – a reality surely even more apparent when Lawrence was working in 1941 – only Lawrence's white figures are gifted with faces, with indicators of their undisputed – and undisputable – identities, and necessarily so. For the identities of his black figures, the identities of his diasporic subjects, are impossible to hold stationary. They are always in motion, always in flight, always ready to proclaim alongside Hughes, "I pick up my life, And take it away, On a one-way ticket." A ticket to where, as has been said, it does not matter. Cixous, yet again, aligns with Lawrence by explaining, "I have always rejoiced at having been spared all 'arrival.' I want arrivance, movement, unfinishing in my life…The desire, the necessity of arriving 'home,' I understand them and do not share them. What loss! What renunciation of the marvelous and infinite human condition" (My Algeriance, 227). If nothing else, by omitting the details of his black faces, Lawrence managed to honor the arrivance of the brave souls who constituted the Great Migration, their movement, their unfinishing, their marvelous and infinite human condition.