Rachael+H.

As I Lay Dying


 * Darl ****Section 3** 

I chose this picture for Darl because I feel like his character is a very solemn, pondering teenager who often finds himself just watching people with an intense and intelligent gaze.  This is a picture of Jewel fighting with his horse. Jewel is blurry and blends in with the background while the horse is crystal clear because in Jewel's mind, the horse is the only thing he's focused on at the moment. He could care less about himself.

** I chose this picture of Addie because it shows the weariness and calm sorrow that is welling up within her. At the same time, I picture Addie as beautiful, fragile woman, even after working on a farm all her life. Due to their actions, I picture both Addie and Dewey Dell as pretty women, and, of course, Dewey Dell seems to have gotten both her looks and her morals from Addie.  **Anse, if you were any lazier, I’d die! Oh, wait! I //am// dying! Now, whose fault is that? It wouldn’t happen to be yours, would it? No, of //course// not! You are perfectly flawless! You say that if you sweat, you’ll die. If you’re going to die from sweating, I’m going to live from starving myself! You are the most incompetent, useless man I have ever met, and I, frankly, am looking forward to this! Imagine you and my mostly ungrateful family dragging my coffin across the vast wilderness to my hometown! You, the one who only cares about yourself, will have to think about me for once in your life. So go into town and buy those stupid teeth you’ve always wanted! I hope you lose them somewhere along the road! Or, better yet, the vultures that follow my dead body will pluck them out of your head! I wonder if you would break into a sweat then! So go on lazy, old Anse! I can’t wait to watch you try to put up with this punishment I’ve given you! This will most certainly be entertaining! Too bad I won’t be there to do all the work for you! Oh, yes, Anse! For once in your stupid, pointless life //I// will be the one //you// have to take care of! **
 * Addie Section 5

**This is a picture of Cora because I always saw her as a happy young-to-middle-aged woman with curly red hair who enjoyed looking nice even if she usually couldn't afford the best clothing. Dear Diary, Today I was at the Bundren’s house as usual, and, of course, it was my daughters and me that watched over our dear neighbor in her time of need. Leave it to that dysfunctional family to allow their mother to lay there in her bed, dying completely alone except for the company of her benevolent neighbors. Not all of those uncontrolled children are rotten eggs, though. Darl and Jewel are going on a trip to make money of some kind even with their mother on her deathbed, and, though I don’t agree with him, I must say that Darl touched me deep down today when he came to say good-bye to Addie. He stood back in the doorway and just looked at his mother with the most adoring eyes. I hope that one day my girls will look at me that way when it’s my time to go! You know, I wouldn’t mind one of my girls ending up with Darl. Actually, Eula has had her eye on him for quite some time. (I can tell with my motherly intuition.) However, in my opinion, if she’s going to marry one of those messed up boys, Darl would be the one. Well, I’m off to eat those cakes I made! Sincerely, Cora Tull
 * Cora Section 6 <span style="color: #ff00ff; display: block; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 150%; text-align: center;">

**<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">This picture represents Dewey Dell for many reasons. First of all, she is under the cover of the trees which is where Dewey Dell became pregnant. Second of all, I see a slight resemblance between this girl and the woman used in Addie's picture. Lastly, this is exactly how I have always pictured Dewey Dell. She is a teenager with dark, slightly curly hair, a subtle beauty, and, most importantly, an overall look of innocence and naivity. <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">**<span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;"> Darl thinks he knows me. **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 300%; text-align: center;">Dewey Dell <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 200%; text-align: center;">Section 7
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">He thinks he could understand. **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">But since he isn’t me, **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18.2pt; text-align: center;">I doubt he comprehends. **


 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">The cotton was so white that day, **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">The sunbeams seemed to smile, **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">And the trees that made the secret shade **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">Said, “Come, just stay awhile.” **


 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">I laid down all my boundaries **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">Because I am not a slut **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">And had my bag not been filled, **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">I would have passed it up. **


 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">But my bag did fill up to the brim, **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">So I could do no less **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">Than let the one who helped me **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">Have his well-deserved rest. **


 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">So, you see, Darl is so stupid, **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18.2pt; text-align: center;">He thinks he can read my mind, **
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18.2pt; text-align: center;">But if he could, wouldn’t he know **<span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">
 * <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">About this poem I've rhymed? **

<span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 400%; text-align: center;">Jewel**<span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 60%; text-align: center;">Section 12 ** == <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">I felt this picture depicted Jewel perfectly because not only does he have a natural bond with animals and seem capable of looking into a horse's soul, but he also has a quiet, subtlety about him and often seems like he can't find a way to communicate his feelings. <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;"> <span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 170%; text-align: center;">That stupid Darl! He thinks he knows everything! We were riding in the wagon going to this stupid job to get more stupid money, and he zones out, and his eyes get all weird. Darl always acts strange, so I just ignored him. Then he randomly says, “Jewel…Jewel…” and tells me my mother died. As if he would know! It’s not like he’s some creepy psychic or something. I bet he’s just pretending! He’s been making fun of me for awhile now, saying she’s going to die. Well, I don’t care what he has to say! He can go on with his stupid life, making those stupid jokes, but I’m not going to let him win. It would be just like him to make up something like this. Then again, you never know. He just kept saying, “She’s going to die, you know.” And now he’s saying she’s dead? I know deep down that she’s dying, but I don’t want to believe it. Showing sadness is a weakness, and anyone who thinks I’m weak can kiss my horse’s butt. That’s what Darl should do. I’d like to see that good-for-nothing beast kick him right in the face!

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<span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 250%; text-align: center;">Section 19 <span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 400%; text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 250%; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">This picture represents Vardaman in my mind because Vardaman's mind is very abstract, taking bits and pieces of materials and information and connecting them together by various similarities. However, the appearance of his thoughts all put together to form one, whole idea are, in the eyes of an outsider, often viewed as jumbled and unclear.
 * <span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 400%; text-align: center;">Vardaman **

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<span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 200%; text-align: center;">This is a Blabberize of William Faulkner discussing why Vardaman thought his mother was a fish.

For the link to the picture used in the Blabberize click here.

<span style="color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">I chose this picture for Darl because I feel like his character is a very solemn, pondering teenager who often finds himself just watching people with an intense and intelligent gaze.
 * <span style="color: #1dd7d7; display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 450%; text-align: center;">Darl **<span style="color: #1dd7d7; display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 299%; text-align: center;">**Section 21**



<span style="color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">In this section, Darl and Jewel are on their way home, and Darl is tormenting Jewel by telling him that Addie's already dead and that the buzzards aren't there to eat Jewel's precious horse.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">This picture represents Vardaman in my mind because Vardaman's mind is very abstract, taking bits and pieces of materials and information and connecting them together by various similarities. However, the appearance of his thoughts all put together to form one, whole idea are, in the eyes of an outsider, often viewed as jumbled and unclear. <span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 200%; text-align: center;">My mother is a horse. Darl said Jewel’s mother is a horse. Jewel’s mother is my mother. So my mother is a horse. Darl said my mother is not a horse, though. I think he is trying to trick me. He does not think I know the truth. The truth is my mother is a horse. But my mother is a fish. She must be both. My mother is a fish and a horse. I am smart. They did not think I would figure it out, but I did. My mother is a fish and a horse.
 * <span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 400%; text-align: center;">Vardaman **<span style="color: #0000ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 250%; text-align: center;">Section 24

<span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 400%; text-align: center;">Jewel**<span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 60%; text-align: center;">Section 43 **

== <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">I felt this picture depicted Jewel perfectly because not only does he have a natural bond with animals and seem capable of looking into a horse's soul, but he also has a quiet, subtlety about him and often seems like he can't find a way to communicate his feelings.

<span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 170%; text-align: center;">When he told me that load of crap About how he had taken the liberty Of selling the one thing I’ve truly worked for To get a team of stupid mules, I almost killed him.

To think that my magnificent beast, My majestic stallion of priceless stature, Was less than the equivalent of a team Of ugly, old, rejected mules Was insanity.

I got on my horse, my noble steed Who had never done anything for me But for whom I had done everything, And galloped off across the land Away from Anse’s stupidity.

I heard the pounding of his beautifully Crafted hooves as they penetrated the dirt And sent spirals of dust flying behind us As if the earth was shaking in the wake The two of us left behind.

His long, tangled, wild mass of mane Flowed behind his muscular, arcing neck And wrapped around my hands and fingers Like he was trying to hold me there, To keep me from ever leaving.

We rode on through the night with few pauses. It didn’t matter anymore if we died Of exhaustion or not. We would be separated Unless we continued on across the land, Unless we ran away.

But then I thought of her, of her love, And of the special way she had treated me. I could not abandon her, Not even if it meant keeping the horse She had helped me earn.

As I walked away from him, leaving him On the strange farm of his new owners, The brute called after me with a scream. It was shrill, confused and sad, But I kept walking.

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<span style="color: #808000; display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 400%; text-align: center;">Peabody <span style="color: #808000; display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 250%; text-align: center;">Section 54 <span style="color: #808000; display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 150%; text-align: center;"> (This is an interesting entry because it sums up what everyone else was thinking of them through out the entire duration of the book. I put this as Peabody's section because he was the one who actually criticized them to their faces and pointed out their glaring mistakes.)

<span style="color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">I chose this picture for Peabody because I always saw him as a hefty, old man but who comes across as a caring, compassionate person.

<span style="color: #ff0000; display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 180%; text-align: center;">I'd like to thank Creative Commons for allowing me to use their website for almost every single one of my pictures. There are links in the pictures to their direct locations, but for a direct link to the Creative Commons search page click here.