Dec 29, 2008
"He had closed his store permanently and was at home all day now. He and Miss Rosa lived in the back of the house, with the front door locked and the front shutters closed and fastened, and where, so the neighbors said, he spent the day behind one of the slightly opened blinds like a picquet on post, armed not with a musket but with the big family bible ... until a detachment of troops would pass: whereupon he would open the bible and declaim in a harsh loud voice even above the sound of tramping feet, the passages of the old violent vindictive mysticism which he had already marked as the actual picquet would have ranged his row of cartridges along the window sill."
-- William Faulkner, in Absaolm, Absalom!
By Daniel Silliman at 7:47 PM