The ten years that follow youth, the years when first the realization comes that life is leading somewhere,—these were the years that passed after I left my little school.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “The ten years that follow youth, the years when first the realization comes that life is leading somewhere,—these were…”
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Du Bois shares a pivotal moment in life when he began to understand the direction and purpose of his journey after leaving school.
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