Mr. Head awakened to discover that the room was full of moonlight. He sat up and stared at the floor boards-the color of silver-and then at the ticki… - Flannery O'Connor

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Mr. Head awakened to discover that the room was full of moonlight. He sat up and stared at the floor boards-the color of silver-and then at the ticking on his pillow, which might have been brocade, and after a second, he saw half of the moon five feet away in his shaving mirror, paused as if it were waiting for his permission to enter. It rolled forward and cast a dignifying light on everything. The straight chair against the wall looked stiff and attentive as if it were awaiting an order and Mr. Head's trousers, hanging to the back of it, had an almost noble air, like the garment some great man had just flung to his servant; but the face on the moon was a grave one. It gazed across the room and out the window where it floated over the horse stall and appeared to contemplate itself with the look of a young man who sees his old age before him. (beginning of "The Artificial Nigger")

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About Flannery O'Connor

Mary Flannery O'Connor (March 25, 1925 – August 3, 1964) was a novelist, short story writer and essayist who lived in Georgia, USA. She wrote two novels and 31 short stories, as well as a number of reviews and commentaries.

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Birth Name: Mary Flannery O'Connor
Alternative Names: (Mary) Flannery O’Connor

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