“Durn that road. And it fixing to rain, too. I can stand here and same as see it with second-sigh, a-shutting down behind them like a wall, shutting down betwixt them and my given promise. I do the best I can, much as I can get my mind on anything, but durn them boys.” (35)
Faulkner, William. As I Lay Dying. New York: Vintage International, 1990. Print.
“The body which lay in the tub was that of a tall, stout man of about fifty. The hair, which was thick and black and naturally curly, had been cut and parted by a master hand…The clean shaven lips were full and sensual, and the dropped jaw showed teeth stained with tobacco. On the dead face the handsome pair of gold pince-nez mocked death with grotesque elegance; the fine gold chain curved over the naked breast.”
Dorothy L. Sayers, Whose Body?, (New York: Boni and Liveright, 2009), 16.
“Marcher flattered himself that the illumination was brilliant, yet he was really still more pleased on her showing him, with amusement, that in his haste to make everything right he had got most things rather wrong…He accepted her amendments, he enjoyed her corrections, though the moral of them was, she pointed out, that he really didn’t remember the least thing about her; and he only felt it as a drawback that when all was made conformable to the truth there didn’t appear much of anything left.” (447-448)
Henry James, “The Beast in the Jungle”, in Major Stories & Essays (New York: Library of America, 1999).