On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
In one place the wood is on fire, smouldering in dull red anger; but nobody minds.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgW.E.B. Du Bois: “In one place the wood is on fire, smouldering in dull red anger; but nobody minds.”
Editor's note · Context
In his evocative description of the Southern landscape, this line metaphorically portrays the underlying social and economic problems that are ignored.
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