Reflecting on chapter 1 of William Faulkner's Light in August.
I didn't touch upon the writing style very much, but here is a snippet I especially liked:
"She thinks of herself as already moving, riding again, thinking then it will be as if I were riding for a half mile before I even got into the wagon, before the wagon even got to where I was waiting, and that when the wagon is empty of me again it will go on for a half mile with me still in it."
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