Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.


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


Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever...

Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever...

Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever...

Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever...