My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!
Douglass vividly describes the profound psychological and spiritual toll that the brutal system of slavery took on him, stripping away his humanity and vitality.
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