In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together. Early every morning they would come out from the house where they lived and walk arm in arm down the street to work. The two friends were very different. The one who always steered the way was and obese and dreamy Greek. In the summer he would come out wearing a yellow or green polo shirt stuffed sloppily into his trousers in front and hanging loose behind. When it was colder he wore over this a shapeless gray sweater. His face was round and oily, with half-closed eyelids and lips that curved in a gentle, stupid smiled. The other mute was tall. His eyes had a quick, intelligent expression. He was always immaculate and very soberly dressed.

Carson McCullers: El corazón es un cazador solitario. [inicio de la novela]