Christmas a Humbug/ Charles Dickens
Christmas a humbug, uncle!” said Scrooge’s nephew. “You don’t mean that, I am sure?” “I do,” said Scrooge. “Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.” “Come, then,” returned the nephew gaily. “What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you […]
Weep for Us/ William Faulkner
“That’s right,” she said. “Weep. Not for him: for us, the old, who don’t know why. What is your Negro’s name?” But he didn’t answer. He didn’t even raise the handkerchief to his face. He just stood there holding it, like he hadn’t discovered yet that it was in his hand, or perhaps even […]
