The Sound and The Fury

by William Faulkner

‘This is in confidence, you will understand, from one business man to another; we will harvest our own vineyards, eh? And knowing your Mother’s delicate health and that timorousness which such delicately nurtured Southern ladies would naturally feel regarding matters of business, and their charming proneness to divulge unwittingly such matters in conversation, I would suggest that you do not mention it to her at all. On second thought, I advise you not to do so. It might be better to simply restore this sum to the bank at some future date, say, in a lump sum with the other small sums for which I am indebted to her, and say nothing about it at all. It is our duty to shield her from the crass material world as much as possible. ‘Your affectionate Uncle, ‘Maury L. Bascomb.’ ” “What do you want to do about it?” I says, flipping it across the table. “I know you grudge what I give him,” she says. “It’s your money,” I says. “If you want to throw it to the birds even, it’s your business.”