“She moved along just under my elbow. We went on. The houses all seemed empty. Not a soul in sight. A sort of breathlessness that empty houses have. Yet they couldn’t all be empty. All the different rooms, if you could just slice the walls away all of a sudden. Madam, your daughter, if you please. No. Madam, for God’s sake, your daughter. She moved along just under my elbow, her shiny tight pigtails, and then the last house played out and the road curved out of sight beyond a wall, following the river. The woman was emerging from the broken gate, with a shawl over her head and clutched under her chin. The road curved on, empty. I found a coin and gave it to the little girl. A quarter. “Goodbye, sister,” I said. Then I ran.”
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The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
5:24 am • 21 April 2011 • 2 notes
Because women so delicate so mysterious Father said. Delicate equilibrium of periodical filth between two moons balanced. Moons he said full and yellow as harvest moons her hips thighs. Outside outside of them always but. Yellow. Feet soles with walking like. Then know that some man that all those mysterious and imperious concealed. With all that inside of them shapes an outward suavity waiting for a touch to. Liquid putrefaction like drowned things floating like pale rubber flabbily filled getting the odor of honeysuckle all mixed up.
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
6:37 pm • 20 April 2011
Father will be dead in a year they say if he doesn’t stop drinking and he wont stop he cant stop since I since last summer and then they’ll send Benjy to Jackson I cant cry I cant even cry one minute she was standing in the door the next minute he was pulling at her dress and bellowing his voice hammered back and forth between the walls in waves and she shrinking against the wall getting smaller and smaller with her white face her eyes like thumbs dug into it until he pushed her out of the room his voice hammering back and forth as though its own momentum would not let it stop as though there were no place for it in silence bellowing
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
2:13 pm • 20 April 2011
I can’t even cry I died last year
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
9:48 am • 20 April 2011 • 1 note
that blackguard Caddy
Were you trying to pick a fight with him were you
A liar and a scoundrel Caddy was dropped from his club for cheating at cards got sent to Coventry caught cheating at midterm exams and expelled
Well what about it I’m not going to play cards with
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
5:24 am • 20 April 2011
Say it to Father will you I will am my fathers Progenitive I invented him created I him Say it to him it will not be for he will say I was not and then you and I since philoprogenitive
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
6:36 pm • 19 April 2011
Why must you marry somebody Caddy
Do you want me to say it do you think that if I say it it wont be
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
2:12 pm • 19 April 2011
“They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.”
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The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
9:48 am • 19 April 2011 • 1 note
If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
5:24 am • 19 April 2011
“She looked like a librarian. Something among dusty shelves or ordered certitudes long divorced from reality, dessicating peacefully, as if a breath of that air which sees injustice done.”
— The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
8:21 pm • 18 April 2011 • 1 note
