LITCS 111
Teaching Associate: Patrick Mooney
Bldg. 494, room 160B
Spring 2016
Once there was—Do you mark how the wistaria, sun-impacted on this wall here, distills and penetrates this room as though [...] Once there was (they cannot have told you this either) a summer of wistaria. [...] But root and urge I do insist and claim, for had I not [...] and lay not dead but merely slept forgot?(115–16)
It was as though we were one being, interchangeable and indiscriminate, which kept that garden growing [...] she deliberately remained to represent to us the threatful portent of the old.(125–26)
He did not make one of these; I remember how one night a deputation called, rode out through the mud [...](130)This may be war, Sutpen, and answered,I am used to it.
she died without regaining consciousness and without pain they say and whatever they mean by that [...] I do not know that either.—(141–42)
he didn't even need to be a demon now but just mad impotent old man who had realised at last [...] what delusions of making money out of the store to rebuild the plantation.(147)