Ethan



**Extended Response = Vardaman pg.65-67** //Upon reading what Vardaman had to say for the first time, I envisioned this kid. He is both young and mentally challenged, and fits the bill.//
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It was not her.I was there, looking. I saw. I thought it was her,but it was not. It was not my mother. She went away when the other one laid down in her bed and drew the quilt up. She wasn't there. Where was she? Did she go to town? I've gone to town. Why isn't she here? Is she coming back? Who is here? She isn't here. Did she take the train? God made the train. He made me. He made her. I don't hear the saw no more. Did it leave when she did? Cash is gonna nail the box up. And the she won't be able to breathe. I couldn't breathe in the crib. I gotta tell Vernon, he seen it. Then she can breathe like I can, and she will be her.

**Poem = Anse pg.110-111**

//This poem sums up Anse's feelings towards his life and the particular situation in which he is currently in.//  The moaners of the world cry Woe to me, woe to me How I feel like I could die
 * Woe to me, woe to me

But do they ever stop and think Of others but themselves Do they ever stop and think Of those all by themselves

Do they ever think of him That little orphan boy Do they ever think of him Without even one toy

Do they ever think of her The mother whose child is gone Do they ever think of her Who cries the whole night long

Do they ever think of those Dying and in pain Do they ever think of those The sick, the ill, the lame

Woe to me, woe to me The moaners of the world cry Woe to me, woe to me How I feel like I could die

But do they ever stop and think Of others but themselves Do they ever stop and think Of those all by themselves

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 * Diary Response = Cash's Perspective on Tull's Section pg.152-155**

My god am I thankful just to be writing in this today. Yesterday as we were crossing the river, I damn near died. And I reckon I surely would have if it weren't for Tull. You remember me mentioning how it was necessary to balance the wagon correctly? Well we didn't do nothing about it, and when we went and attempted to cross, I was in charge of keeping ahold of the coffin. I braced it down as to keep the wagon from tipping as we entered the water. The last thing I remember is falling head-first into that frigid water, fighting like crazy just to catch a breath to save my life. I was out cold with a bum leg, there was no way I as getting out of the water with them horses on my own. Tull saw what had happened and got herself over to the ford in time to catch me, all while Anse stood on the shore as dry and comfortable as he could be. I swear there is something the matter with that man. Anyways, all I have is a busted leg, nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'm just thankful to be alive. Thank God for Tull...
 *  Dear Diary,

- //Cash

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 ** Visual Depiction = Novel

//I feel as if this collage of words is a good summary of the entire novel. Each main character along with a description and their motif for going to Jefferson.// **


 * Visual Response = MacGowan Pg. 241-248**

// This is an image of the fake pills Mr. MacGowan gave Dewey Dell as a part of his "treatment". The question marks symbolize the doubts Dewey Dell is having about Mr. MacGowan and his questionable remedies. //

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**Addie's Reaction = Anse Pg. 105-106** //Dear Anse,  You told him not to bring the horse in response to me? Because I’m dead, now I deserve respect, is that it? And, you say how outraged you are about Darl and his laughing. You say that it his actions reflect on me, his ma, and not you at all. But, I ask you, is Darl not your boy too? Did you not have just as big of a part in raising him as I? Of course you didn’t. I am sorry for disturbing you and your perfect ways. //  // You tell the boy he should car about his womenfolk, and not about yourself. Yet, you act as if we womenfolk were sent here just to pamper you. I cannot respect a word you say. // // You say //// you tried to do as I would wish? But, the thing is, I could give a damn about such a frivolous subject. But, you are too stupid and naïve to ever have noticed. Sure, you did your best. And, maybe you have tried harder than you ever have in your life, but don’t feel accomplished when you tell yourself that. You are responsible for ruining my life, if you admit it or not. You are dead to me. - Addie Bundren//


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//When thinking of Addie Bundren, this picture immediately pops in my mind. She seems like someone very blase and plain, just like this woman, and since the are both farmers, I think the similarities are significant.//

//This collage is based on Tull's section ( Pg. 152-155) in which the group attempts to cross the river and gets in to a ton of trouble.//
 * Visual Depiction = Tull Pg. 152-155**

**Visual Depiction = Dewey Dell Pg. 120-122** //This collage is basedon Dewey Dell's section in which she describes her feelings over Addie's death, and thinks to herself about killing Darl because of the secret he knows.//