And all the time he had meant right,—and yet, and yet, somehow he found it so hard and strange to fit his old surroundings again, to find his place in the world about him.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “And all the time he had meant right,—and yet, and yet, somehow he found it so hard and strange to fit his old…”
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This passage reflects on the protagonist John's struggle to reconcile his education and aspirations with the expectations and realities of his Southern home.
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