They will not guide her flying feet away from the cotton and gold; for—ah, thoughtful Hippomenes!—do not the apples lie in the very Way of Life?
W.E.B. Du Bois: “They will not guide her flying feet away from the cotton and gold; for—ah, thoughtful Hippomenes!—do not the apples lie…”
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Du Bois reflects on the challenges faced by individuals striving for a better life amidst societal constraints.
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