Status Updates From Sartoris

“… and since the essence of spring is loneliness and a little sadness and a sense of mild frustration, I suppose you do get a keener purification when a little nostalgia is added in for good measure.

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 376). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

“I don’t see why you bother to go to bed at all.” As he spoke his breath vaporized in the chill air.

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 341). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

"Horace had definitely gone his way, and like two strangers they followed the routine of their physical days, in an unbending estrangement of long affection and similar pride beneath a shallow veneer of trivialities."

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 277). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

Horace had definitely gone his way, and like two strangers they followed the routine of their physical days, in an unbending estrangement of long affection and similar pride beneath a shallow veneer of trivialities.

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 277). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

"Meanwhile she had received another letter from her anonymous correspondent."

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 273). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

"At times it seemed that they were traveling backward, that they would crawl terrifically past the same tree or telephone pole time after time; and it seemed to him that the three of them and the rattling wagon and the two beasts were caught in a senseless treadmill: a motion without progress, forever and to no escape."

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 226). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

“Poets must be excused for what they do. You should remember that, Belle.”

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 196). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

“Reno lost his hat,” Hub said, looking back.

“He don’t need it,” Bayard replied. The car roared up this hill and rushed across the crest of it and flashed around a tight curve.

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 160). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

"Not of combat, but rather of a life peopled by young men like fallen angels, and of a meteoric violence like that of fallen angels, beyond heaven or hell and partaking of both: doomed immortality and immortal doom."

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 136). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.

"The next afternoon Virgil Beard killed a mockingbird. It was singing in the peach tree that grew in the corner of the chicken yard."

Faulkner, William. Sartoris (p. 121). Rare Treasure Editions. Kindle Edition.