On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
A tinge of sarcasm crept into his speech, and a vague bitterness into his life; and he sat long hours wondering and planning a way around these crooked things.
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gutenberg.orgW.E.B. Du Bois: “A tinge of sarcasm crept into his speech, and a vague bitterness into his life; and he sat long hours wondering and…”
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This passage describes the protagonist John's internal struggle and the psychological toll of confronting racial injustice in his daily life.
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