So sturdy and masterful he grew, so filled with bubbling life, so tremulous with the unspoken wisdom of a life but eighteen months distant from the All-life,—we were not far from worshipping this revelation of the divine, my wife and I.
Describing his infant son's vibrant growth, Du Bois reflects on the child's inherent wisdom and the profound, almost divine, joy he and his wife found in him.
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