smut-to-go:

Yesterday I sold a pair of peacocks, the first time I have sold any. These people showed up in a long white car, the woman in short shorts. They obviously had plenty of money that they weren’t used to. She flew a Piper Cub, kept two coons, and what she called a “Weimeraw” dog. He was going to start in on pheasants, peafowl and bullfrogs. They came in and admired the house and she said, “We was in Macon looking for some French provincial furniture. I want me a love seat.” The man was a structural engineer. He said he had a friend who was a writer in Mississippi and I said who was that. He said, “His name is Bill Faulkner. I don’t know if he’s any good or not but he’s a mighty nice fellow.” I told him he was right good.

- Flannery O’Connor in a letter to Elizabeth Bishop

“I told him he was right good.”

I love Flannery O’Connor.