The Sound and the Fury

by William Faulkner

Father said a man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired, but then time is your misfortune Father said.

They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.

she couldn’t see that Father was teaching us that all men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away

“Well,” Mac says. “I reckon you’ve got your money on the Yankees this year.” “What for?” I says. “The Pennant,” he says. “Not anything in the league can beat them.”

“Like hell there’s not,” I says. “They’re shot,” I says. “You think a team can be that lucky forever?” “I dont call it luck,” Mac says. “I wouldn’t bet on any team that fellow Ruth played on,” I says. “Even if I knew it was going to win.” “Yes?” Mac says. “I can name you a dozen men in either league who’re more valuable than he is,” I says. “What have you got against Ruth?” Mac says. “Nothing,” I says. “I haven’t got any thing against him. I