ragpicker-and-poet: William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying (1930) In a strange room you must empty yo
ragpicker-and-poet: William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying (1930) In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not. […] And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I am is. How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. -- source link
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