"four years younger than Judith, four years later than Judith's moment which only virgins know; when the entire delicate spirit's bent is one anonymous climaxless epicene and unravished nuptial - not that widowed and nightly violation by the inescapable and scornful dead which is the need of twenty and thirty and forty, but a world filled with living marriage like the light and air which she breathes. But it was no summer of a virgin's itching discontent; no summer's caesarean lack which should have torn me, dead flesh or even embryo, from the living: or else, by friction's ravishing of the male-furrowed meat, also weaponed and panoplied as a man instead of hollow woman."
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Absalom, Absalom! - pg. 145
Labels: William Faulkner
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