I suspect that beneath all of my seeming triumphs there were many failures and disappointments, but the realities loomed so large that they swept away even the memory of other dreams and wishes.
Du Bois reflects on the balance of triumphs and failures in his life, emphasizing the weight of societal expectations.
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