Caddy Compson is the enigmatic center of her family. She smells like trees and embodies pure sexual energy. Really all you need to be Caddy is some Joe Malone Black Cedarwood and Juniper cologne, and the disappointed, judgemental gaze of a disgraced southern belle. She's basically the Mary Pickford of literature, everyone's darling at the start of the 20th century then suddenly absent on the eve of the twenties. So, think composure, think full skirts, and think disintegrated familial structure.
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