Light in August
| dc.contributor | Library, of America |
| dc.contributor.author | Faulkner, William |
| dc.coverage.placeName | New York |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:55:25Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:55:25Z |
| dc.date.created | 1932 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-08 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1561 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1561 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1561 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | Light in August |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 866875 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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<Author>Faulkner, William</Author>
<Title>Light in August</Title>
<Edition>Novels, 1930-1935. Library of America. New York: Literary Classics of the U.S., 1985</Edition>
<Date>1932</Date>
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<p>Sitting beside the road, watching the wagon mount
the hill toward her, Lena thinks, `I have come from Alabama:
a fur piece. All the way from Alabama a-walking. A fur
piece.' Thinking <i>although I have not been quite a month on
the road I am already in Mississippi, further from home than
I have ever been before. I am now further from Doane's Mill
than I have been since I was twelve years old</i>
<p>She had never even been to Doane's Mill until after
her father and mother died, though six or eight times a year
she went to town on Saturday, in the wagon, in a mailorder
dress and her bare feet flat in the wagon bed and her shoes
wrapped in a piece of paper beside her on the seat. . . .
