Pylon
| 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 | 1935 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-08 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1562 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1562 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1562 |
| dc.description.abstract | SGML-tagged version |
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| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| 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 | Pylon |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 501712 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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<Author>Faulkner, William</Author>
<Title>Pylon</Title>
<Edition>Novels, 1930-1935. Library of America. New York: Literary Classics of the U.S., 1985</Edition>
<Date>1935</Date>
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<i>Dedication of an Airport</i> (1)
<p>For a full minute Jiggs stood before the window in
a light spatter of last night's confetti lying against the
windowbase like spent dirty foam, lightpoised on the balls
of his greasestained tennis shoes, looking at the boots.
Slantshimmered by the intervening plate they sat upon their
wooden pedestal in unblemished and inviolate implication of
horse and spur, of the posed countrylife photographs in the
magazine advertisements, beside the easelwise cardboard
placard with which the town had bloomed overnight as it had
with the purple-and-gold tissue bunting and the trodden
confetti and broken serpentine -- the same lettering, the
s . . .
