In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.


The ballad of the sad café: the novels and stories of Carson McCullers (ed. 1951)


In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered...

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered...

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered...

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered...