The Sound and the Fury
The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s...
The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s...
The morning sun serenely warms and gilds The rye and corn still damp in dewy fields, The sky has...
we are the hollow men we are the stuffed men leaning together headpiece filled with straw. alas!...