LITCS 111
Teaching Associate: Patrick Mooney
Bldg. 494, room 160B
Spring 2016
But there is no one there, though for a moment longer he looks about, seeming to listen and to wait, with that air forceful and assured. [...] Even though he did let me walk back home(405–06; ch. 17)
He emerges from the woods [...](406–407; ch. 17)Poor woman,he thinks.Poor, barren woman.[...]Can the doctor come in?
(411; ch. 17)No. Not this. This does not matter.[...]Send him away.
Byron was not conscious of this. He did not care now, though a week ago it would have been different. [...] Byron Bunch, that weeded another man's ladby crop, without any halvers. [...] the chance to be hurt could not have found him.(416–17; ch. 18)
No more I aint. I dont need to. [...] It's menfolks that take talking serious. [...] Tell me that.(419; ch. 18)
And he believed her. I think that is what gave him not the courage so much as the passive patience to endure and recognise and accept the one opportunity which he had to break in the middle of that crowded square [...] let them shoot him to death, with the loaded and unfired pistol in his hand.(448–49; ch. 19)
It was the new civilian-military act which saved him. [...] half the selfconscious pride of a boy.(450–51; ch. 19)
He was beside the ditch now. He stopped [...] whatever Player moved him on the Board. [...](462–63; ch. 19)The preacher's house. Hightower's house.
She spoke suddenly and savagely of marriage. It was without preamble or warning. [...](480; ch. 20)All of it! All! All!
(486–87; ch. 20)Perhaps that is all I ever did, have ever done,he thinks [...] peace to sin and be forgive which is the life of man.
gossipproblems exacerbated when virtually everyone involved is dead? How does this complicate our interpretive tasks?