Status Updates From Flags in the Dust

"The house sprawled its rambling length in the wintry afternoon, its smoke like a balanced plume on the windless sky. The door was empty and he shook Perry into his easy, tireless foxtrot, the jug of whisky jouncing a little against his knee."

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 358)

"And they would lie so, holding to one another in the darkness and the temporary abeyance of his despair and the isolation of that doom he could not escape."

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 299)

"After a time he rose and limped to the car and started the engine."

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 280)

"In the meanwhile he wrote another letter."

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 235)

“I mean, dubbing me a poet,” Horace explained. “The law, like poetry, is the final resort of the lame, the halt, the imbecile and the blind. I dare say Caesar invented the law business to protect himself against poets.”

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 183)

"The meaning of peace, he said to himself once more, releasing the grave words one by one within the cool bell of silence into which he had come at last again, hearing them linger with a dying fall pure as silver and crystal struck lightly together."

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 169)

"Nothing to be seen, and the long long span of a man’s natural life. Three score and ten years, to drag a stubborn body about the world and cozen its insistent demands. Three score and ten, the bible said. Seventy years. And he was only twenty-six. Not much more than a third through it. Hell."

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 154)

"At the end of the street it stood trembling and snorting and permitted the negro hostler to touch it. Rafe MacCallum still clutched his roll of bills."

-Faulkner, William. Flags in the Dust (pg. 130)