I thought all the time they were khaki, army issue khaki, until I saw they were of heavy Chinese silk or finest flannel because they made his face so brown his eyes so blue.
Dalton Ames.
It just missed gentility. Theatrical fixture.
Just papier-mache, then touch. Oh. Asbestos.
Not quite bronze.
But wont see him at the house.
Caddy's a woman too remember.
She must do things for women's reasons too.
Why wont you bring him to the house, Caddy?
Why must you do like nigger women do in the pasture the ditches the dark woods hot hidden furious in the dark woods.
And after a while I had been hearing my watch for some time and I could feel the letters crackle through my coat, against the railing, and I leaned on the railing, watching my shadow, how I had tricked it.
I moved along the rail, but my suit was dark too and I could wipe my hands, watching my shadow, how I had tricked it.
I walked it into the shadow of the quad.
Then I went east.
Harvard my Harvard boy Harvard harvard That pimple-faced infant she met at the field-meet with colored ribbons.
Skulking along the fence trying to whistle her out like a puppy.
Because they couldn't cajole him into the diningroom Mother believed he had some sort of spell he was going to cast on her when he got her alone.
Yet any blackguard He was lying beside the box under the window bellowing that could drive up in a limousine with a flower in his buttonhole.
Harvard.
Quentin this is Herbert.
My Harvard boy.
Herbert will be a big brother has already promised Jason
Hearty, celluloid like a drummer.
Face full of teeth white but not smiling.
I've heard of him up there.
All teeth but not smiling.
You going to drive?
Get in Quentin.
You going to drive.
It's her car aren't you proud of your little sister owns first auto in town Herbert his present. Louis has been giving her lessons every morning didn't you get my letter Mr and Mrs Jason Richmond Compson announce the marriage of their daughter Candace to Mr Sydney Herbert Head on the twenty-fifth of April one thousand nine hundred and ten at Jefferson Mississippi.
At home after the first of August number Something Something Avenue South Bend Indiana. Shreve said Aren't you even going to open it?
Three days.
Times.
Mr and Mrs Jason Richmond Compson Young Lochinvar rode out of the west a little too soon, didn't he?
I'm from the south.
You're funny, aren't you.
O yes I knew it was somewhere in the country.
You're funny, aren't you.
You ought to join the circus.
I did.
That's how I ruined my eyes watering the elephant's fleas.
Three times These country girls. You cant ever tell about them, can you.
Well, anyway Byron never had his wish, thank God.
But not hit a man in glasses Aren't you even going to open it?
It lay on the table a candle burning at each corner upon the envelope tied in a soiled pink garter two artificial flowers.
Not hit a man in glasses.
Country people poor things they never saw an auto before lots of them honk the horn Candace so She wouldn't look at me they'll get out of the way wouldn't look at me your father wouldn't like it if you were to injure one of them I'll declare your father will simply have to get an auto now I'm almost sorry you brought it down Herbert I've enjoyed it so much of course there's the carriage but so often when I'd like to go out Mr Compson has the darkies doing something it would be worth my head to interrupt he insists that Roskus is at my call all the time but I know what that means I know how often people make promises just to satisfy their consciences are you going to treat my little baby girl that way Herbert but I know you wont Herbert has spoiled us all to death Quentin did I write you that he is going to take Jason into his bank when Jason finishes high school Jason will make a splendid banker he is the only one of my children with any practical sense you can thank me for that he takes after my people the others are all Compson Jason furnished the flour.
They made kites on the back porch and sold them for a nickel a piece, he and the Patterson boy.
Jason was treasurer.
There was no nigger in this car, and the hats unbleached as yet flowing past under the window.