Thursday, December 17, 2009

Aimless Reading: The F's, Part 3.1 (William Faulkner)

Faulkner, William
The Sound and the Fury


Not sure where or when I bought this. It is in terrible shape: the cover has already come loose and there is no way the dry, crackly glue of the binding will withstand another attempt to read it. I am not even sure that this is the copy I read. I have a memory of reading a copy with a white or off-white cover and no cover image. I may have lost or given the original away and then replaced it with this. I am pretty sure I bought it in New York City, but that's just deductive reasoning -- I am pretty sure I didn't buy it in Buffalo, which more or less leaves New York or maybe DC, though I generally didn't start buying books until I had left home, so the latter is unlikely.

From The Sound and the Fury

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o' clock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

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