And neither world thought the other world’s thought, save with a vague unrest.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “And neither world thought the other world’s thought, save with a vague unrest.”
Editor's note · Context
From "The Souls of Black Folk," this passage describes the profound disconnect and lack of shared understanding between the black and white communities, marked only by an underlying tension.
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