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ABSALOM, ABSALOM!
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ABSALOM, ABSALOM! Mass market paperback - 1964

by Faulkner, Willaim

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  • Paperback

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New York: Modern Library, 1964. Mass Market Paperback. Good/No Jacket. Type: Book 1964.
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  • Title ABSALOM, ABSALOM!
  • Author Faulkner, Willaim
  • Binding Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition Unknown Printing
  • Condition Used - Good
  • Publisher Modern Library, New York
  • Date 1964
  • Bookseller's Inventory # 014411
  • ISBN 9780394309781

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From a little after two weeks oclock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead September afternoon they sat in what Miss Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that-a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that light and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the sun shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Quentin thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them.