And the Angels…were frozen in hard marble silence and at a distance life awoke, and there was a rattle of lean wheels, a slow clangor of shod hoofs. And he heard the whistle wail along the river. Yet, as he stood for the last time by the Angels, he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he has left, yet he does not say “The town is near,” but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring hills...
Thomas WolfeAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 3, 1900
- Died: September 15, 1938