“He looks up at the gaunt face framed by the window in the twilight. It is a composite picture of all time since he was a child. He drops the saw and lifts the board for her to see, watching the window in which the face has not moved.” (56)
kind of what we would see had we been there, as an outsider. Also interesting how its emphasized so much that the picture hasn’t changed, just moments before it does.
Faulkner , William . As I Lay Dying. Random House Inc., print.