Where I can beat hell out of him. Εδώ και αρκετά χρόνια έχω κάμποσα βιβλία του στη συλλογή μου, όμως πάντα κάτι με άφηνε σε απόσταση από αυτόν. But the ice cream tasted all right to us, especially when we came in hot from the ball games. Our town is built upon hills, and the field, once a cotton field, is composed of forty acres of ridge and gully, upon which, by means of grading and filling, we managed to build an X-shaped run- way into the prevailing winds. Κυριαρχεί ο μακροπερίοδος λόγος εμπλουτισμένος με πληροφορίες, νοήματα κ συναισθήματα.
Going back to the house, they pick up Sarty's distraught and cowering mother and sisters. Then she finished pack- ing Pete's grip, except he never wanted to take no grip to the war, but maw said decent folks never went nowhere, not even to a war, without a change of clothes and something to tote them in. McLendon stopped in the floor and stared at her until she looked down. He run his airplane into a Japanese battleship and blowed it up. He began to shake, sitting there, shaking and sweating, trying to fill the glass again.
But it was not going fast; it appeared rather to hang gently just above the earth until we saw that, beyond and beneath it, trees and earth in panorama were fleeing backward at dizzy speed, and then it tilted and shot skyward with a noise like a circular saw going into a white oak log. When they get home that evening Abner tells Sarty to go get the oil that they were using earlier in the day to oil the wagon. He was handsome in a dull, quiet way; from his face, a man of infrequent speech. Their halting and unnatural speech, spouting the most outrageous accents is only surpassed by the dirgelike cadence. Like many Faulkner novels and stories, this short story focuses on the differences in class in the post-civil war south.
And there he was, without having moved for almost an hour, when Turl crept on to the porch and touched him. Now it was the first sign which she had noticed; she thought quietly, 'We must be almost there now. The car went on without checking speed. He held the ship in a climb with his knees, with the throttle wide open and the engine revving about eleven hundred, while he reached back and opened that cupboard behind the cockpit and dragged out a suitcase and propped the stick so he could get out on the wing and drag Ginsfarb back into the ship. If I started swapping tickets for bird eggs and livestock and such, they would fire me. Leguin says that censorship of fantasy literature is a way of protecting children from escapism. Η γραφή του είναι αδιαμφισβήτητα πολύπλοκη.
He had commanded troops at the front in France and had been decorated for valor. In Sarty's experience the legal process of justice unfair; not much to do with peace and dignity. This really works for the emotional content in the story, and was what began to win me. Now his voice wasn't hard and quick no more, it was almost quiet, and I knowed now I wouldn't never change him. At last he found it and wiped his body again, and, with his body pressed against the dusty screen, he stood panting.
The three strangers arrived at the field, in the rented car. After a while she stopped the car. Farms can thrive without houses, but they are doomed to fail without barns. But it wasn't burned out; it was just turned out. McLendon started his car and took the lead.
Let's figure this thing out. She lived in a small frame house with her invalid mother and a thin, sallow, un- flagging aunt, where each morning between ten and eleven she would appear on the porch in a lace-trimmed boudoir cap, to sit swinging in the porch swing until noon. What do I want to go out to the airport for? The car bounded from rut to rut. When he took off his helmet, I saw that his hair was pretty near white, and he is younger than I am. But all of it wasn't. We watched it turn and trundle down the field.
I would rather go myself in his place, if I could. Once he realizes what is happening, Sarty is upset. We can speculate further, and say that he probably strangled her. Sud- denly we saw Captain Warren beside us; he was using words we had never heard him use. Then he told me how to get there. It's a classic, done excellently.
Some of his run-on sentences seem to last for an entire page. The impetus hurled him crashing through dust-sheathed weeds, into the ditch. Joseph Campbell believes everyone should have their own personal bliss. In the mess, Sarty is understandable. The air crackles in a different way.
Look at all these people waiting. The father is monstrous, the sisters are repeatedly called fat lazy pigs, the mother can't do a thing but cry, and the father's boss deserves everything he gets. Then he began to drink water, 196 The Village and he told me that Ginsfarb had wanted a hundred dollars for the stunt, but that he and the other fellow only got sixty. I think if I had to pick a favorite Faulkner novel it would be As I Lay Dying. With Sarty riding and Snopes walking, they carry the rolled-up rug back to de Spain's, throw it on his front porch, and return home. Sometimes I felt like someone off screen was poking the cast with long sticks to remind them its their turn to speak.