having to be one for all that, since he was born and bred in the deep South thesame as she was the two separate Quentins now talking to one another in thelong silence of notpeople, in notlanguage, like this: It seems that this demon — hisname was Sutpen (Colonel Sutpen) — Colonel Sutpen. Who came out of nowhere andwithout warning upon the land with a band of strange niggers and built aplantation — (Tore violently a plantation, Miss Rosa Coldfield says) — toreviolently. and married her sister Ellen and begot a son and a daughter which — (withoutgentleness begot, Miss Rosa Coldfield says) — without gentleness.

Whichshould have been the jewels of his pride and the shield and comfort of his oldage, only — (Only they destroyed him or something or he destroyed them orsomething And died) — and died. Without regret, Miss Rosa Coldfield says — (Save byher) Yes, save by her. (And by Quentin Compson) Yes. And by Quentin Compson.

'Becauseyou are going away to attend the college at Harvard they tell me,' MissColdfield said. 'So I don't imagine you will ever come back here and settledown as a country lawyer in a little town like Jefferson, since Northern peoplehave already seen to it that there is little left in the South for a young man.So maybe you will enter the literary profession as so many Southern gentlemenand gentlewomen too are doing now and maybe some day you will remember this andwrite about it. You will be married then I expect and perhaps your wife willwant a new gown or a new chair for the house and you can write this and submitit to the magazines. Perhaps you will even remember kindly then the old womanwho made you spend a whole afternoon sitting indoors and listening while shetalked about people and events you were fortunate enough to escape yourselfwhen you wanted to be out among young friends of your own age." 'Yessum,'Quentin said. Only she don't mean that, he thought. It's because she wants it