A man will talk about how he’d like to escape from living folks. But it’s the dead folks that do him the damage. It’s the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and don’t try to hold him, that he can’t escape from.’
They have thundered past now and crashed silently on into the dusk; night has fully come.
 William Faulkner, Light in August (1932). copy citation

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Author William Faulkner
Source Light in August
Topic past escape
Date 1932
Language English
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