Reading that lead us into something they want us to bealieve............FROM BARN BURNING - The store in which the Justice of the Peaces court was sitting smelled of cheese. The boy crouched on his nail at the back of the crowded room, knew he smelled cheese, and more: from where he sat he could see the ranked shelves close-packed with the solid, squat, dynamic shapes of tin cans whose labels his stomach read, not from the lettering which meant nothing to his mind but from the scarlet devils and the silver curve of fish - this the cheese which he knew, he smelled and the hermetic meat which his intestines believed he smelled coming in intermittent gusts momentary and brief between the other constant one, the smell and sense just little of fear because mostly of despair and grief, the old fierce pull of blood. He could not see the table where the Justice sat and before which his fathers enemy (our enemy he thought in that ; oum! mine and hisn both! Hes my father!) stood but he could hear them, the two of them that is, because his father had said no word yet: From Barn Burning, 1939, William Faulkner .
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 21:27:42 +0000
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