In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.
James Earl JonesRead
There haven't been enough profound things written about what being black means and what a black character is. Nobody knows.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the lack of deep understanding and exploration regarding the black experience and identity.
James Earl Jones highlights a gap in literary and cultural representations of black identity, suggesting that society has not yet adequately explored or understood the complexities and nuances of what it means to be black. This reflects a broader issue of misrepresentation and a call for more profound and authentic narratives that can capture the true essence of black experiences and characters in literature and beyond.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about racial representation in literature.
In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.
More and more, when I single out the person out who inspired me most, I go back to my grandfather.
Love was just a word to me. Until you came along and gave it meaning.
The goal wasn't to be a millionaire or to be a Hollywood star. That was not the goal. The goal was something about - the goal was to find the goal, but I knew where it was.
Just so you know, there's a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, I guess I always will.
You sang in church, you know, and you didn't act at all. You tried not to act, you tried to tell the truth. The idea of being a troubadour on the road singing for your supper was very disturbing to him.
Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.
Anguish of mind has driven thousands to suicide; anguish of body, none. This proves that the health of the mind is of far more consequence to our happiness than the health of the body, although both are deserving of much more attention than either of them receive.
My earliest memory is being in a snow hole, aged two-and-a-half, with my dad somewhere up a mountain in a blizzard. I don't know what my dad saw in me - I was a geeky kid - but he had that philosophy: prepare the kid for the road, not the road for the kid.
The problem with introspection is that it has no end.
At one time I had given much thought to why men were so very rarely capable of living for an ideal. Now I saw that many, no, all men were capable of dying for one.
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom - go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen!
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