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My mothers is a fish. Vardaman Section 19

I went and caught a fish. I went and hooked flesh. I did what was told of me, And now my mother is been dead. It must be that to scales and to bones. That my mother goes from livn' to dead. It must be that my carving knife Did carve my mother instead. Scales and guts. My mother now sunk as low as fish do swim. Why does it that my mother sink below the earth, When fish rise above the water? Now my mother sleep in that box there, And I sure hope that she can be breathn' Let me make some holes, My auger will unhook her soul. And carve her from scale and to bones. I'm sorry mother, this may hurt. Please swim mother. I sure do love you. And I wants what best is for you, But my mother is a fish.

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[] Tull Section 20 The rumor is that the river beneath the bridge that the family must cross in order to get to Jefferson is rising fast. Cash works hastily to plug up the holes in Addie's coffin where the auger has been inserted, and to lie Addie in the coffin correctly. Just as they are about to embark, Whitfield, the minister, arrives and tells them that the bridge has been washed away and cannot be crossed. The inability to cross the bridge will delay the departure by a few days. Cora without cessation, is heard singing "I'm bounding toward my God and my reward,".

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Vardaman Section 13

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Addie's Section Section 40 //“I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time”// (Faulkner 169).

You know, I still ask myself why the hell I ever wanted to be a school teacher. Maybe it was that masochistic urge to have my students hate me…I don’t even know, but it sure did feel good. I had power. I like power. It is a sweet, sweet feeling. But, aside from the question of being a teacher, I have a much larger question that I dreadfully still cannot find an answer to. Why in the hell did I marry that pathetic ass of a man, Anse? In our bond of marriage, our flesh became separate, but one whole, and I always knew my blood would never be the same. I was to be violated, and I had though it would feel so good. It would feet even better than when my students showed hate towards me. It felt like I was swimming in a bog of blood, a bog of blood that was forever destined to remain un-pure. So I took Anse. I thought this feeling of being violated night after night would be sweet, until Cash was born. And you know why? It gave Anse pleasure to see new life come into the world, while I would sit there, wondering why the hell I gave myself to him and to this goddamn child. He called it love, but I call it swill. All words are just swill. Remnants of past “intentions”, and it all is meaningless. Anse means nothing to me and he will never mean anything to me. He is dead to me. Once Cash was born, I saw no use in his heart continuing to beat for him. That bog of blood overflowing with his goddamn “love”. And then Darl came along…Darl. Anse, he tricked me now. Tricked me like a horse doctor tricks a horse to be shot. I went for the hay. “LOVE.” Well, I thought hard about this…I really did. And I made Anse promise to take me to Jefferson when I died. This bog will slowly drain, and earth, water, and fire shall destroy the remnants of swill. Oh, God in heaven, I swear by it. So what else could I so now? Well, I had an affair with a man named Whitfield. I don’t really know why, maybe so I could feel I had gotten back at Anse. Well, for some reason, I felt a bond when I had Whitfield’s son, Jewel. I will forever hold him in my heart as the diamond he is. I still felt like I had one more thing to do, and that was to feel as if I did Anse no harm…for my harm unto him shall come later, and end in the land in which I will be buried. But anyway, I had Dewey Dell to negate Jewel and then I gave Anse Vardaman to replace the child that I had stolen from him. There. I am prepared to die, and rest in peace knowing he will get his. May god have mercy on the Bundren family.

http://www.flickr.com  Yes Darl Section 57  Free to laugh, Free to see. Yes. Free to laugh, Free to perceive. Yes. Free to be, Free to be me. Yes. I am. I exist. Yes. Jackson Jackson Jackson Between padded walls, I rest my soul of I. Call it insanity, Call it mania, Call it dementia, Call it psychosis, Call it instability. It is what am I. I am madness. I am Darl. Between padded walls, I am Darl.

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Peabody Section 54 Extension

In all my years of practicing medicine, I have never seen a case such as this one. It is a disgrace. Anse, that damned Anse. Who came up with the damned idea to pour cement, CEMENT, on a mans broken leg. Let alone, Cash had to ride six days on a wagon without springs! And he says he felt no pain. Oh, Cash is a good man. But I tell you, that Bundren family is out of their minds. I'm no psychologist, but something just ain't right with that family. They might as well stuck that damn Anse's head into a saw. That would surly cure that family...Or at least mitigate their madness. You can't but help feelin' depressed, but also something just makes you wanna laugh at them. Poor Cash.

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Jewel During Darl's Section Section 50 //...And I ran. I ran with one damn thing on my mind. Get Mules. Get Addie. Save. As I got closer and closer to the barn, I began to feel the heat tear at my skin like knives. I entered the barn, and now the heat was like hell. Oh hell, it was hot. I grabbed the horses by its neck and dragged it across the mudded ground, its head flinging back and forth. Goddamn, it didn't even know it was for its own good. I wasn't even paying attention to the piercing pain in my arms. I just kept going. Get Mules. Get Addie. Mack was trying to help, but hell, he was doing an awful job. I had to get the cows. I yelled at Mack to cover the mule's eyes, because he was tryin' to overpower it, which ain't even possible! I had to get another cow, so I ran to the back of the barn, stared the cow in the eyes, and the whole top loft dissolved like a pile of dirt. Did it hit the cow? GODDAMN IT! THE COFFIN WILL BECOME ABLAZE! I fear no fire! I ran towards the coffin, and like a stop, drop, and roll, I flipped the coffin over and over again, keeping it from flaming. I saved Addie once again.

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Vardaman Section 44

I find Faulkner's use of buzzards throughout the whole novel very, very cool. It seems as though Vardaman finds refuge in animals of all kind, because I believe he relates to most to them. Just as animals work as robots; eating, sleeping, caring for young, so does Vardaman. He has a purpose, and his purpose is to keep the buzzards from "lighting" on Addie, and he will stick to that without asking questions or ever ceasing, just as an animal does not question "why", for it is instinctive. Even though it may not mean much to the novel as a whole, it is a great visualization and brings even more darkness into the novel. Vardaman is the most innocent in the novel and I believe he has the biggest heart. //