Friday, September 25, 2009

Faulkner on his birthday

She washed and mended his clothes and cooked him a shoe box of vittles. And that night me and Pete laid in the bed and listened to her packing his grip and crying, until after a while Pete got up in his nightshirt and went back there, and I could hear them talking, until at last maw said, "You got to go and so I want you to go. But I don't understand it, and I won't never, and so don't expect me to." And Pete come back and got into the bed again and laid again still and hard as iron on his back, and then he said, and he wasn't talking to me, he wasn't talking to nobody: "I got to go. I just got to."

Two Soldiers (1942)
~William Faulkner, 1897-1962


Blogger willow said...

I love-love-love these.

9/27/2009 3:16 PM  

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