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Housekeeping duty this morning. While vacuuming Kenozha, one of the guest cabins, I got to thinking about words, specifically the way William Faulkner writes about them in As I Lay Dying, with such distrust. Why would a writer, and indeed a large portion of the Modern movement, have such a deeply-ingrained suspicion for [...]

On January 15th, 2004, this was the truth. | (Tags: Modern, William Faulkner) | Comments Off