Quote of the Day (Carson McCullers, on a ‘Dreary’ Southern Town)
“The town itself is dreary; not much is there except
the cotton mill, the two-room houses where workers live, a few peach trees, a
church with two colored windows, and a miserable main street only a hundred
yards long. On Saturdays the tenants from the near-by farms come in for a day
of talk and trade. Otherwise the town is lonesome, sad, and like a place that
is far off and estranged from all the other places in the world. The nearest
train stop is Society City, and the Greyhound and White Bus Lines use the Forks
Falls Road which is three miles away. The winters here are short and raw, the
summers white with glare and fiery hot.”— Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe (1943)
“The town itself is dreary; not much is there except
the cotton mill, the two-room houses where workers live, a few peach trees, a
church with two colored windows, and a miserable main street only a hundred
yards long. On Saturdays the tenants from the near-by farms come in for a day
of talk and trade. Otherwise the town is lonesome, sad, and like a place that
is far off and estranged from all the other places in the world. The nearest
train stop is Society City, and the Greyhound and White Bus Lines use the Forks
Falls Road which is three miles away. The winters here are short and raw, the
summers white with glare and fiery hot.”— Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe (1943)
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