Everything That Rises Must Converge

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by Flannery O'Connor


  She buried him in New York City, but after she had done it she could not sleep at night. Night after night she turned and tossed and very definite lines began to appear in her face, so she had him dug up and shipped the body to Corinth. Now she rests well at night and her good looks have mostly returned.

  Farrar, Strauss and Giroux

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  Copyright (c) 1956, 1957, 1958, 1960, 1961, 1962, 1964, 1965 by the Estate of Mary Flannery O'Connor

  Library of Congress catalog card number 65-13726 All rights reserved Nineteenth printing, 1978

  Acknowledgment is made to the editors of the following publications in whose pages some of these stories first appeared: The Kenyon Review, New World Writing, Partisan Review, Esquire, and Harper's Bazaar.

  Published simultaneously in Canada Manufactured in the United States of America

 

 

 


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