“Go wash them hands,” I say. But couldn’t no woman strove harder than Addie to make them right, man and boy: I’ll say that for her.
“It was full of blood and guts as a hog,” he says. But I just cant seem to get no heart into anything, with this here weather sapping me, too. “Pa,” he says, “is ma sick some more?”
“Go wash them hands,” I say. But I just cant seem to get no heart into it.
Faulkner, William. As I Lay Dying: The Corrected Text. New York: Vintage, 1990. (38)
Use of repetition, a father unwilling to answer his son’s question and dismissing him.