Only the group leader needs to turn in the document to Canvas by the end of the day on

Monday.

[Sorry Ms. Casady, all of the original annotations were comments]

Anse’s passage on page 39-40 (Annalise)

And now I got to pay for it, me without a tooth in my head, hoping to get ahead
enough so I could get my mouth fixed where I could eat God's own victuals as a man
should, and her hale and well as ere a woman in the land until that day. Got to pay for
being put to the need of that three dollars. Got to pay for the way for them boys to have
to go away to earn it. And now I can see same as second sight the rain shutting down
betwixt us, a-coming up that road like a durn man, like it want ere a other house to rain
on in all the living land.

I have heard men cuss their luck, and right, for they were sinful men. But I do not
say it's a curse on me, because I have done no wrong to be cussed by. I am not
religious, I reckon. But peace is my heart: I know it is. I have done things but neither
better nor worse than them that pretend otherlike, and I know that Old Marster will care
for me as for ere a sparrow that falls. But it seems hard that a man in his need could be
so flouted by a road.

Vardaman comes around the house, bloody as a hog to his knees, and that ere fish
chopped up with the axe like as not, or maybe throwed away for him to lie about the
dogs et it. Well, I reckon I aint no call to expect no more of him than of his man-growed
brothers. He comes along, watching the house, quiet, and sits on the steps. "Whew," he
says, "I'm pure tired."

Rachana:
Anse’s passage on page 39-40 (Sean)

And now I got to pay for it, me without a tooth in my head, hoping to get ahead
enough so I could get my mouth fixed where I could eat God's own victuals as a man
should, and her hale and well as ere a woman in the land until that day. Got to pay for
being put to the need of that three dollars. Got to pay for the way for them boys to have
t o go away to earn it. And now I can see same as second sight the rain shutting down
betwixt us, a-coming up that road like a durn man, like it want ere a other house to rain
on in all the living land.

I have heard men cuss their luck, and right, for they were sinful men. But I do not
say it's a curse on me, because I have done no wrong to be cussed by. I am not
religious, I reckon. But peace is my heart: I know it is. I have done things but neither
better nor worse than them that pretend otherlike, and I know that Old Marster will care
for me as for ere a sparrow that falls. But it seems hard that a man in his need could be
so flouted by a road.

Vardaman comes around the house, bloody as a hog to his knees, and that ere fish
chopped up with the axe like as not, or maybe throwed away for him to lie about
thedogs et it. Well, I reckon I aint no call to expect no more of him than of his
man-growed brothers. He comes along, watching the house, quiet, and sits on the
steps. "Whew," he says, "I'm pure tired."
Dewey Dell, page 58-59 (Bryant claims this one)
He could do so much for me if he just would. He could do everything for me. It's
like everything in the world for me is inside a tub full of guts, so that you wonder how
there can be any room in it for anything else very important. He is a big tub of guts and I
am a little tub of guts and if there is not any room for , anything else important in a big
tub of guts, how can it be room in a little tub of guts. But I know it is there because God
gave women a sign when something has happened bad.
It's because I am alone. If I could just feel it, it would be different, because I
would not be alone. But if I were not alone, everybody would know it.
And he could do so much for me, and then I would not be alone. Then I could be
all right alone.
I would let him come in between me and Lafe, like Darl came in between me and
Lafe, and so Lafe is alone too. He is Lafe and I am Dewey Dell, and when mother died I
had to go beyond and outside of me and Lafe and Darl to grieve because he could do
so much for me and he dont know it. He dont even know it. From the back porch I
cannot see the barn. Then the sound of Cash's sawing comes in from that way. It is like
a dog outside the house, going back and forth around the house to whatever door you
come to, waiting to come in. He said I worry more than you do and I said You dont know
what worry is so I cant worry. I try to but I cant think long enough to worry.
I light the kitchen lamp. The fish, cut into jagged pieces, bleeds quietly in the pan.
I put it into the cupboard quick, listening into the hall, hearing. It took her ten days to
die; maybe she dont know it is yet. Maybe she wont go until Cash. Or maybe until
Jewel. I take the dish of greens from the cupboard and the bread pan from the cold
stove, and I stop, watching the door.
Vardaman, page 66-67 (Natalia Donlan)

It was not her. I was there, looking. I saw. I thought it was her, but it was not. It was not
my mother. She went away when the other one laid down in her bed and drew the quilt
up. She went away. "Did she go as far as town?” "She went further than town." "Did all
those rabbits and possums go further than town?"
God made the rabbits and possums. He made the train. Why must He make a
different place for them to go if she is just like the rabbit.
Pa walks around. His shadow does. The saw sounds like it is asleep. And so if
Cash nails the box up, she is not a rabbit. And so if she is not a rabbit I couldn't breathe
in the crib and Cash is going to nail it up. And so if she lets him it is not her. I know. I
was there. I saw when it did not be her. I saw. They think it is and Cash is going to nail it
up.
It was not her because it was laying right yonder in the dirt. And now it's all
chopped up. I chopped it up. It's laying in the kitchen in the bleeding pan, waiting to be
cooked and et. Then it wasn't and she was, and now it is and she wasn't. And tomorrow
it will be cooked and et and she will be him and pa and Cash and Dewey Dell and there
wont be anything in the box and so she can breathe. It was laying right yonder on the
ground. I can get Vernon. He was there and he seen it, and with both of us it will be and
then it will not be.
(Rachana)
Darl, pages 75-76

The lantern sits on a stump. Rusted, grease-fouled, its cracked chimney smeared on
one side with a soaring smudge of soot, it sheds a feeble and sultry glare upon the
trestles and the boards and the adjacent earth. Upon the dark ground the chips look like
random smears of soft pale paint on a black canvas. The boards look like long smooth
tatters torn from the flat darkness and turned backside out.
Cash labors about the trestles, moving back and forth, lifting and placing the planks with
long clattering reverberations in the dead air as though he were lifting and dropping
them at the bottom of an invisible well, the sounds ceasing without departing, as if any
movement might dislodge them from the immediate air in reverberant repetition. He
saws again, his elbow flashing slowly, a thin thread of fire running along the edge of the
saw, lost and recovered at the top and bottom of each stroke in unbroken elongation, so
that the saw appears to be six feet long, into and out of pa's shabby and aimless
silhouette. "Give me that plank," Cash says. "No; the other one." He puts the saw down
and comes and picks up the plank he wants, sweeping pa away with the long swinging
gleam of the balanced board.

The air smells like sulphur. Upon the impalpable plane of it their shadows form as upon
a wall, as though like sound they had not gone very far away in falling but had merely
congealed for a moment, immediate and musing. Cash works on, half turned into the
feeble light, one thigh and one pole-thin arm braced, his face sloped into the light with a
rapt, dynamic immobility above his tireless elbow. Below the sky sheet-lightning
slumbers lightly; against it the trees, motionless, are ruffled out to the last twig, swollen,
increased as though quick with young.
Purple- physical description of the surroundings
Yellow- similes
Underlines- Darl is trying to explain why something is happening or why someone is
doing what they’re doing a certain way
Orange- objects/people in relation to others

Cash, pages 82-83 (Christopher Yoshi)

I made it on the bevel.

1. There is more surface for the nails to grip.
2. There is twice the gripping-surface to each seam.
3. The water will have to seep into it on a slant. Water moves easiest up
and down or straight across.
4. In a house people are upright two thirds of the time. So the seams and
joints are made up-and-down. Because the stress is up-and-down.
5. In a bed where people lie down all the time, the joints and seams are
made sideways, because the stress is sideways.
6. Except.
7. A body is not square like a crosstie.
8. Animal magnetism.
9. The animal magnetism of a dead body makes the stress come slanting, so
the seams and joints of a coffin are made on the bevel.
10. You can see by an old grave that the earth sinks down on the bevel.
11. While in a natural hole it sinks by the center, the stress being upand-
down.
12. So I made it on the bevel.
13. It makes a neater job.