Real Time

Centuries should go by before I crawl out of bed, and to witness the passing from glowing pages is a scrutinized wave of the fingers, weakly lifting sharp moods thought once on a rock by the river, now curved about the folds beneath by forehead, and they seep tightly and fasten in the flexible words that have yet to be said.

"The gown fell gauntly from her shoulders, across her fallen breasts, then tightened upon her paunch and fell again, ballooning a little above the nether garments which she would remove layer by layer as the spring accomplished and the warm days, in color regal and moribund. She had been a big woman once but now her skeleton rose, draped loosely in unpadded skin that tightened again upon a paunch almost dropsical, as though muscle and tissue had been courage and fortitude which the days or years had consumed until only the indomitable skeleton was left rising like a ruin or landmark above the somnolent and impervious guts, and above that the collapsed face that gave the impression of the bones themselves being outside the flesh, lifted into the driving day with an expression at once fatalistic and of a child's astonished dissappointment, until she turned and entered the house again and closed the door."
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- First description of Disley from The Sound and the Fury - April Eight, 1928.