Volume 28, Number 21 & 22 · January 21, 1982
Appalachian Spring
By V.S. Pritchett
It was a good winter in Tennessee. Earlier this year I was in Nashville, a city surrounded by ring after ring of droll little wooded hills, and I was teaching among the magnolias and mockingbirds of Vanderbilt University and counting the church towers and steeples of the Bible Belt.
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