"Standing there alone on the roof he always felt he had to shout out - but he did not know what it was he wanted to say. It seemed like if he would put this thing into words he would no longer be a boy with big rough bare feet and hands that hung down clumsy from the outgrown sleeves of his lumberjack. He would be a great man, a kind of god, and what he called out would make things that bothered him and all other people plain and simple."
Carson McCullers, Untitled piece
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