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 […]
Marrying Into Money/ Jane Austen
“You are too sensible a girl, Lizzy, to fall in love merely because you are warned against it; and, therefore, I am not afraid of speaking openly. Seriously, I would have you be on your guard. Do not involve yourself, or endeavour to involve him in an affection which the want of fortune […]
