“Whitfield begins. His voice is bigger than him. It’s like they are not the same. It’s like he is one, and his voice is one, swimming on two horses side by side across the ford and coming into the house, the mud-splashed one and the one that never got wet, triumphant and sad” ( Faulkner 91).
Notes: a combination but also a separation.
Faulkner, William. As I Lay Dying. New York: Vintage International, 1990. Print.