“She seemed to follow with her eyes the waves of music, to dissolve into the dying brasses, across the pool and the opposite semicircle of trees where at sombre intervals the dead tranquil queens in stained marble mused, and on into the sky lying prone and vanquished in the embrace of the season of rain and death.”
—Sanctuary- William Faulkner, p222
Oh darling. I live in the DEEP SOUTH and I would get “Oh bless your heart” from the old people and then a look of relief when I mentioned my husband.
These baptists don’t mess around!
