Explore "All God's Chillun Got Wings" by Eugene O'Neill on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
[The same. Five years later. A night in Spring.]
The same corner five years later. Nothing has changed much. It is a night in Spring. The arc-lamp discovers faces with a favorless cruelty. The street noises are the same but more intermittent and dulled with a quality of fatigue. Two people pass, one black and one white. They are tired.