Quotes from Mitchell Margaret

didnt men ever think about anything that really mattered?

The hours dragged by and the black shadow of calamity brooded over the town, obscuring the hot sun until people looked up startled into the sky as if incredulous that it was clear and blue instead of murky and heavy with scudding clouds.

All of the world was crying out for cotton, and the new land of the County, unworn and fertile, produced it abundantly. Cotton was the heart beat of the section, the planting and the picking were the diastole and systole of the red earth.