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Monsieur de Méneval was not the type I’d expect to see on all fours: a small, graying Frenchman, crisp of carriage, with an astonishing aquiline nose. And this was not a place that promised such informality—a bourgeois salon with its large oil portrait of an austere ancestor, its ancient bandoliers...
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I like to imagine a sentence as a boat. Each sentence, after all, has a distinct shape, and it comes with something that makes it move forward or stay still — whether a sail, a motor or a pair of oars. There are as many kinds of sentences as there are seaworthy vessels: canoes and sloops,...
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Constance Hale
William Faulkner doesn't shrink from some obvious metaphors in the names he gives to characters. This is a good thing, because his novels are so gothic and complicated and layered and unpunctuated that we need SOMETHING to be obvious. Rosa Coldfield is one of the two narrators in Absalom, Absalom,...
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