"Often twice and sometimes three times a week the two of them came to town and into the house - the foolish unreal voluble preserved woman now six years absent from the world - the woman who had quitted home and kin on a flood of tears and in a shadowy miasmic region something like the bitter purlieus of Styx had produced two children and then rose like the swamp-hatched butterfly, unimpeded by weight of stomach and all the heavy organs of suffering and experience, into a perennial bright vacuum of arrested sun - and Judith, the young girl dreaming, not living, in her complete detachment and imperviousness to actuality almost like physical deafness."
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Absalom, Absalom! - pg. 69
Labels: William Faulkner
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