[His purpose is not something that can be quantified (how much the weight of his family's honor and reputation, what portion of his sister's purity), nor can it be defined, a substance whose shape depends upon its container, except for by his failure in meeting it. What else can I think about what else have I thought about. The devil's words come over him in waves like the honeysuckle used to at night, but he hears Caddy else have I thought about I can't even cry I died last year I told you I had but I didn't know what I was saying.]
Did you ever have a sister? You haven't, have you?
[From his lips, it is more battle cry than question.]
shh this is how he always looked, what are you talking about
Did you ever have a sister? You haven't, have you?
[From his lips, it is more battle cry than question.]