“she’s a lot smarter than her cousins in Beula,” said Virgil. “and especially edna earle, that never did get to be what you’d call a heavy thinker. edna earle could sit and ponder all day on how the little tail of the ‘c’ got through the ‘l’ in a coca-cola sign.”

“but there, curved over the roof, was something he had never seen before as long as he could remember, a rainbow at night. In the light of the moon, which had risen again, it looked small and of gauzy material, like a lady’s summer dress, a faint veil through which the stars shown.”

—eudora, welty, the wide net