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This poem so effectively captures Flannery O’Connor’s masterful use of setting as a tool to examine the perils of a static cultural Christianity. I admire both the passion and humility projected in her voice within this poem and in this passage from her prayer journal—“I want to be a fine writer. Any success will tend to swell my head—unconsciously even. If I ever do get to be a fine writer, it will not be because I am a fine writer but because God has given me credit for a few of the things He kindly wrote for me.”

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This rings very true to my southern ears.

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Thank you for your erudite contributions to our understanding of Flannery's works, Ms. O'Donnell. Truly inspiring.

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