Monday, November 12, 2012

the well written - william faulkner

I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the
last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken
mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling
a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

- William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

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