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There would bethe dim coffin-smelling gloom sweet and oversweet with the twicebloomed wistaria against the outer wall by the savage quiet September sun impacted distilled and hyperdistilled, into which came now and then the loud cloudy flutter of the sparrows like a flat limber stick whipped by an idle boy, and the rank smell of female old flesh long embattled in virginity while the wan haggard face watched him above the faint triangle of lace at wrists and throat from the too tall chair in which she resembled a crucified  \nchild; and the voice not ceasing but vanishing into and then out of the long intervals like a stream, a trickle running from patch to patch of dried sand, and the ghost mused with shadowy docility as if it were the voice which he haunted where a more fortunate one would have had a house. Out of quiet thunderclap he would abrupt (man-horse-demon) upon a scene peaceful and decorous as a schoolprize water color, faint sulphur-reek still in hair clothes and beard, with grouped behind him his band of wild niggers like beasts half tamed to walk upright like men, in attitudes wild and reposed, and manacled among them the French architect with his air grim, haggard, and taller-ran. Immobile, bearded, and hand palm lifted the horseman sat; behind him the wild blacks and the captive architect huddled quietly, carrying in bloodless paradox the shovels and picks and axes of peaceful conquest. Then in the long unamaze Quentin seemed to watch them overrun suddenly the hundred square miles of tranquil and astonished earth and drag house and formal gardens violently out of the soundless Nothing and clap them down like cards upon a table beneath the up-palm immobile and pontific, creating the Sutpen's Hundred, the Be Sutpen's Hundred like the oldentime Be Light. Then hearing would reconcile and he would seem to listen to two separate Quentins now the Quentin Compson preparing for Harvard in the South, the deep South dead since 1865 and people with garrulous outraged baffled ghosts, listening, having to listen, to one of the ghosts which had refused to lie still even longer than most had, telling him about old ghost-times; and the Quentin Compson who was still too young to deserve yet to be a ghost, but nevertheless having to be one for all that, si","cbCaicfzMYYo50FO","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaicfzMYYo50FO","pdf",1490395,299,"English","# Narrative framing and setting\n# Miss Rosa Coldfield’s account\n# Colonel Sutpen and the founding of Sutpen’s Hundred\n# Quentin Compson’s haunted retelling","[{\"question\":\"Who is Quentin Compson in the narrative?\",\"answer\":\"Quentin Compson is the listener through whom the story of Colonel Sutpen and the Sutpen’s Hundred is reframed and interpreted.\"},{\"question\":\"What role does Miss Rosa Coldfield play?\",\"answer\":\"Miss Rosa Coldfield speaks relentlessly, turning memory into a force that Quentin must listen to and reconcile.\"},{\"question\":\"What is Sutpen’s Hundred?\",\"answer\":\"Sutpen’s Hundred refers to the plantation and realm Colonel Sutpen builds, whose violent creation and collapse drive the story’s tragedy.\"}]","Absalom, Absalom! | PDF",460]