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STORY BY William Faulkner

As I Lay Dying

As I Lay Dying

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JEWEL and I come up from the field, following the path in single file. Although I am fifteen feet ahead of him, anyone watching us from the cotton-house can see Jewel’s frayed and broken straw hat a full head above my own.The path runs straight as a plumb-line, worn smooth by feet and baked brick-hard by July, between the green rows of laid-by cotton, to the cotton-house in the centre of the field, where it turns and circles the cotton-house at four soft right angles and goes on across the field again, worn so by feet in fading precision.The cotton-house is of rough logs, from between which the chinking has long fallen. Square, with a broken roof set at a single pitch, it leans in empty and shimmering dilapidation in the sunlight, a single broad window in two opposite walls giving on to the approaches of the path. When we reach it I turn and follow the path which circles the house. Jewel, fifteen feet behind me, looking straight ahead, steps in a single stride through the window. Still staring straight ahead, his pale eyes like wood set into his wooden face, he crosses the floor in four strides with the rigid gravity of a cigar-store Indian dressed in patched overalls and endued with life from the hips down, and steps in a single stride through the opposite window and into the path again just as I come around the corner. In single file and five feet apart and Jewel now in front, we go on up the path toward the foot of the bluff.

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Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes

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Mosquitoes is a satirical novel written by William Faulkner and was published in 1927. The novel is known for its critical portrayal of the bohemian lifestyle of artists and intellectuals in the 1920s, and it satirizes the attitudes and behavior of the characters in the story. The novel is also notable for its experimental style, incorporating stream-of-consciousness narration and shifting perspectives.Mosquitoes is set primarily in New Orleans and on Lake Pontchartrain, with the story following a group of artists and intellectuals who embark on a four-day yacht trip on the Nausikaa. The lake is also infested with mosquitoes, which serve as a metaphor for the constant irritation and frustration that the characters feel throughout the story. The mosquitoes are also symbolic of the oppressive nature of the Southern landscape and its impact on the characters" psyche.William Faulkner (1897-1962) was an American writer who is widely regarded as one of the most important and influential novelists of the 20th century. Born in New Albany, Mississippi, Faulkner spent most of his life in Oxford, Mississippi, where he drew inspiration from the people and landscapes of the American South.Faulkner"s writing is known for its complex and experimental style, its vivid descriptions of Southern life and culture, and its exploration of themes such as race, class, and the human condition. Some of his most famous works include "The Sound and the Fury", "As I Lay Dying," "Light in August" and "Absalom, Absalom!"Throughout his career, Faulkner was recognized with numerous awards and honors, including the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1949. 

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Light in August

Light in August

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She had never even been to Doane’s Mill until after her father and mother died, though six or eight times a year she went to town on Saturday, in the wagon, in a mailorder dress and her bare feet flat in the wagon bed and her shoes wrapped in a piece of paper beside her on the seat. She would put on the shoes just before the wagon reached town. After she got to be a big girl she would ask her father to stop the wagon at the edge of town and she would get down and walk. She would not tell her father why she wanted to walk in instead of riding. He thought that it was because of the smooth streets, the sidewalks. But it was because she believed that the people who saw her and whom she passed on foot would believe that she lived in the town too.

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