Letters
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Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. I might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.
The Sound and the Fury, p. 359
Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. I might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets.
The Sound and the Fury, p. 359