Rachael+G.



//**Journal #1: Visual Depiction/collage of Dewey-Dell's Section (pages 26-28)**// In this section, Dewey-Dell describes the time that she was picking cotton with Lafe and explains her reasoning for having sex with him. She tells the reader that she figured if her cotton basket were full by the time she got to the shade, she would stop. If it wasn't she would keep going having no reason to pause. She also describes exactly how she can tell that Darl knows that she is pregnant with Lafe's baby.

//**Journal #2 Diary Entry Response Anse's Section (Pages 35-38) **// Dear Diary, Today I visited the home of Anse and Addie Bundren. I say home because, well, I can think of no other term to refer to the place where that God-forsaken family resides. Even as it's despicable to think of how long Anse waited to call me, what with his wife's life in jeopardy and all, I can't help feeling relieved that Addie Bundren will never recover. At least she will no longer have to endure the pain of living with that donkey of a husband and that pile of odd children who don't care a lick about her. Yes, Addie Bundren will find peace up there in heaven, where she will be soon enough, no doubt. I can't be sure what sickness she has to tell the truth, but if I weren't trained up in the medical field, I would go to the grave swearing it's that same awful family what's driving her there. If I were to be bold, I might even say that the kids, and maybe Anse too, want her to die. They seem to be in an awful hurry to get into town to earn a few measly dollars and the Lord knows what else. But I suppose that there's no use worrying about it, 'cause things always seem to turn out best when you keep your nose stuck in your own business. Least that's what I have learned through nursing people to their health in some odd families. All that aside, I sure do hope Anse pays me what I'm due for that call today. The Lord only knows how I could use it. Sincerely, Peabody

//**Journal #3 Visual Depiction/Collage Darl's Section (47-52)** // In this section, as told by Darl, Addie looks around for Jewel before being told he is no longer there, because he has taken a load to town. Addie calls out the window to Cash one last time before her eyes go blank and she finally lets go of the world.

//**Journal #3 Poem Vardaman's Section (Pages 65-67) **// They wanna nail her in that box, a coffin, they call it I can't stand that them they don't care if she dies  They're gonna put that dumb box in the wagon and haul it To town, with ma inside

How on earth can she breath in there In that nailed box she's not a rabbit They want to buy coffee and sugar isn't fair And ma's nailed up in that coffin

I've heard Cash sawing for days, I didn't know it meant That ma was going inside My thinkin and feeling is now all but bent Those people who killt my ma

I wont never let them pound the lid shut Putting my mama in the ground Now she's like that fish Dewey-Dell cut It's not a fish no more.

My ma's not here no more.

//**Journal #5 Visual Depiction Tull's Section (Pages 68-74) **// media type="custom" key="5070367"

//**Journal #6 Extended Response Addie's Section (Pages 169-176)  **  // But Oh! I just wish I could have him back. That was the only time in my entire miserable, pointless life that I was happy. If only he had found me before Anse had. If only I had married him. If only I wasn't forced to be Anse's slave. But he won't come back. He won't love me again. He can't love me again. I must let go. I was never one to dwell on misfortune and past mistakes for very long. But this is something too big, too painful, to ignore. I can't keep living with the pain of his discontinued love that I once held so dearly. I was taught only to be strong, to face whatever life threw with the force of iron- but no longer. I will give up. I must give up. I will wait for him. For I cannot give myself to Anse any longer. Jewel, my dear Jewel, will understand why his mother has to go. But no one else loved me. Anse will not understand.

 I never knew he had cared about me so much. Still, even now. To think that he would keep such an awful secret all these years, then tell the devil himself what he had done in order to free me in death. He may have said it was a sin, but we both know it was love, true love that caused him to want to tell Anse, to declare to him that I was not Anses, oh no, I was only his. He could never have done this without my death protecting me. To visit me on my deathbed, and pay his last respects... But I can't help this feeling of resentment, even anger, burried deep inside my heart towards him. He might have been here before, to help me with Jewel, my precious Jewel. He might have had the courage to confess to Anse long ago- to protect me, defend me, run away with me. But here I am beeing a fool. I was never the kind of person who falls victim to the weakness that love throws upon you. What do I care if Whitfield never visited my deathbed after all? What do I care that he never stood up to Anse, or took me away. But then again, do I care? What is care, but just pain? I certainly in my time have had enough pain. But my whole life has been pain, even as I shut out care. Thank Lord I am dying. When I am with the Lord there will be no sense contemplating this silly question. I will be there soon. Now all I need is Cash. Just... just... //**Cash! You, Cash!**//
 * //Section #7 Addie's Reaction Whitfield's Section (Pages 177-179) //**

//**Journal #8 Newspaper Article Darl's Section (Pages 218-222)**//

//**Journal #9 William Faulkner's Voice Darl's Section (Pages 253-254)**// media type="custom" key="5113655"

William Faulkners Voice played by Mr. Grube //Photo from creative commons//

<span style="color: #800000; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">//**Journal #10 Diary Entry Cash's's Section (Pages 258-261)**// <span style="color: #008000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> D <span style="color: #000000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ear Diary, He went and took it. Pa went and took the ten dollars that Lafe gave me. Now I ain't got no idea how I can get it outta me. I can't never tell Pa. He musn't know about it. Why am I at this God-awful spot. Why did I ever stop under that tree and pick cotton with Lafe? I can't even stop my brain worryin' long enough to think of one darn reason. Can you think of one diary? I daresn't think so. I'm going to have to run away. I can't get it out of me. Until it's born. Then it's ou of me but it's not out of me, really, and then it will never go away. And Pa took the money. And he says I was lying. Diary, you and me know I wasn't lyin'. You and me knows it was Lafe who gave me that ten dollars, to get rid of it. Pa thought it was Coras cakes but it wasn't so now he thinks I stole the money. I didn't steal it. I just want it out of me. And then, he goes and gets this new lady and tells us she's gonna be our new ma, and I don't even need a ma cause I'm gonna be a ma if I don't get it out of me. My mother didn't pay all that much attention to me, but I'm not going to put a brand new ma in her spot. She just got put in the ground. I wonder if Pa plans on putting this nice lady in the ground too. She seems lovely. Maybe she can help me. Maybe she should run away. Love, <span style="color: #008000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Dewey Dell <span style="color: #000000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">

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