A pause in Lena Grove’s travels:
And the moment of decision:
William Faulkner, Light in August (1932).
When I taught Light in August for the last time, I brought sardines and crackers for the class. Everyone loved them. No, I cannot tell a lie.
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All OCA sardine posts (Pinboard)
[For some reason, or no reason, sardine posts tend to appear on Thursdays.]
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Sour-deens
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Could it be the sardines are swimming through your mind to escape the next day?
Aah, Friday, the traditional fish day?
Uh-huh. :)
Oh, no. I meant Fry-day. But yours works, too!
Now I get it!
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