So his young mind worked and winced and shaped curiously a vision of Life; and in the midst of that vision ever stood one dark figure alone,—ever with the hard, thick countenance of that bitter father, and a form that fell in vast and shapeless folds.
In The Souls of Black Folk, this sentence describes the psychological impact of a harsh paternal figure on a young Black boy's developing understanding of life.
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