LITCS 111
Teaching Associate: Patrick Mooney
Bldg. 494, room 160B
Spring 2016
The courthouse is less old than the town [...] only by creating or anyway decreeing one, could it cope with a situation which otherwise was going to cost somebody money [...] because of a jailbreak compounded by an ancient monster iron padlock [...] not so much with a problem which had to be solved, as a Damocles sword of dilemma from which it had to save itself(3–4).
Then Ratcliffe, the trader, the store's proprietor, solved it—a solution so simple, so limitless in retroact, that they didn't even wonder why nobody had thought of it before [...](17)Put it on the Book,Ratcliffe said [...]
We decided to name her Jefferson(22–24)
By God. Jefferson.(26)
this one [building] too still costing nothing but the labor and—the second year now—most of that was slave(33)
The past is never dead. It's not even past.(73). Let's talk about the context here, which is almost universally ignored.
both were conceived in the same instant and planned simultaneously during the same winter and build in continuation during the next three years [...] stakes and hanks of fishline [...] the irrevocable design [...] the four broad diverging avenues straight as plumb-lines in the four directions [...] the veins, arteries, life- and pulse-stream along which would flow the aggrandisement of harvest: the gold: the cotton and the grain(31–32)
But above all, the courthouse: the center, the focus, the hub; sitting looming in the center of the county's circumference like a single cloud in its ring of horizon, laying its vast shadow [...](32ff)
There is a ridge; you drive on beyond Seminary Hill and in time you come upon it: a mild unhurried farm road presently mounting to cross the ridge and on to join ghe main highway leading from Jefferson to the world [...] you see all Yoknapatawpha in the dying last of day [...] They are all here, supine beheath you, stratified and superposed, osseous and durable with the frail dust and the phantoms:— [...] the and laston to where Frenchman's Bend lay beyond the south-eastern horizon, cradle of Varners and ant-heap for the north-east crawl of Snopes.(330–32; ch. 20)