LITCS 111
Teaching Associate: Patrick Mooney
Bldg. 494, room 160B
Spring 2016
(176)So he just wanted a grandson,he said. [...][...] now and then, isn't it.
he didn't even know there was a country all divided and fixed and neat with a people living on it all divided and fixed and need because of what color their skins happened to be [...] he didn't listen to the vague and cloudy tales of Tidewater splendor [...]. So he had hardly heard of such a world until he fell into it.(179–80)
one moring the father rose and told the older girls to pack what food they had, and somebody wrapped up the baby and somebody else threw water on the fire and they walked down the mountain to where roads existed. [...] He didn't remember if it was weeks or months or a year they traveled.(181)
making them a speech in French [...] and fling it backward over his head.(207)
Maybe we are both Father. Maybe nothing happens once and is finished [...] or maybe Thomas Sutpen to make all of us.(210)
. (229)Well, Milly; too bad you're not a mare too. [...][...]I'm going to tech you, Kernel
Not goodbye; all right, who had so many fathers [...] it would be fumbling, groping: [...]9252–253)Is that so? The whiskey's on your side. Drink or pass.
Shreve ceased. That is, for all the two of them, Shreve and Quentin, knew he had stopped, since for all the two of them knew he had never begun, since it did not matter (and possibly neither of them conscious of the distinction) which one had been doing the talking.(267)
So it was four of of them still who got off the boat in New Orleans [...] but(268)So she has fallen in love with himand then sat laughing harshly and steadily at henry who could not have lied to her even if he would have, who did not even have to answer at all either Yes or No.
Because your old man was wrong here, too! He said it was Bon who was wounded, but it wasn't. [...] until Bon held his arms and lifted him onto his back—(275)
And you are—? [...] Henry Sutpen.(298)
Then I'll tell you. [...] I dont hate it! I dont hate it!(302–03)