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There was the bulge and the glitter, and there was the cold grip way down in the stomach as though somebody had laid hold of something in there, in the dark which is you, with a cold hand in a cold rubber glove. It was like the second when you come home late at night and see the yellow envelope of the telegram sticking out from under your door and you lean and pick it up, but don't open it yet, not for a second. While you stand there in the hall, with the envelope in your hand, you feel there's an eye on you, a great big eye looking straight at you from miles and dark and through walls and houses and through your coat and vest and hide and sees you huddled up way inside, in the dark which is you, inside yourself, like a clammy, sad little fetus you carry around inside yourself. The eye knows what's in the envelope, and it is watching you to see you when you open it and know, too. But the clammy, sad little fetus which is you way down in the dark which is you too lifts up its sad little face and its eyes are blind, and it shivers cold inside you for it doesn't want to know what is in that envelope. It wants to lie in the dark and not know, and be warm in its not-knowing.

Robert Penn Warren

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He lived the latter part of his life in Fairfield Connecticut and Stratton Vermont where he died of complications from bone cancer. S. However Warren recanted these views in an article on the Civil Rights Movement "Divided South Searches Its Soul" which appeared in the July 9 1956 issue of Life magazine.

He was also a charter member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers. Robert Penn Warren (April 24 1905 – September 15 1989) was an American poet novelist and literary critic and was one of the founders of New Criticism.

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