Carolina QuotesI raise my eyes upward. There alone amidst the blue, steadfast, unmoving, fiery marvel of brightness, shines the morning star. Never has that star seemed so radiant, and I stand gazing at it and do not move though the chill of the damp floor imprisons my feet in piercing icebound pain. Surely I come quickly …
William Styron Connected to the Carolinas
Source
Part IV : "It Is Done…"
- work
- The Confessions of Nat Turner (1967)
- year
- 1967
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