November 9, 2004

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The broken flower drooped over Ben's fist and his eyes were empty and blue and serene again as cornice and facade flowed smoothly once more from left to right, post and tree, window and doorway and signboard each in its ordered place.

Posted by sheila
Comments

Sound and the Fury, Faulkner

Posted by: Curtis at November 9, 2004 5:41 PM

Yes!

Posted by: red at November 9, 2004 5:42 PM