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“He went to the room in which he had grown up and stood in its bareness. His eyes were hot and dry, and he could not weep.”

“Now they were in the earth to which they had given their lives; and slowly, year by year, the earth would take them.”

When he had thought of death before, he had thought of it either as a literary event or as the slow, quiet attrition of time against imperfect flesh. He had not thought of it as the explosion of violence upon a battlefield, as the gush of blood from the ruptured throat.

i found this novel at the right time. somehow i never thought i’d grow old enough to become a collegiate girl. i’ve spent years devoid of a desire not born of physiological need yet still in possession of utmost importance, resulting in a sense of listlessness and uncertainty in regards to what awaits me in the foreseeable future. i think william stoner is what i need to hear. so far, i have high hopes for this.