He felt the weight of his ignorance,—not simply of letters, but of life, of business, of the humanities; the accumulated sloth and shirking and awkwardness of decades and centuries shackled his hands and feet.
This passage explores the profound and historically accumulated burden of ignorance, encompassing not just formal education but also practical life skills and cultural knowledge.
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