The Western Humanities Review, Volume 69,Edizione 1Utah Humanities Research Foundation, 2015 |
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... eyes , off into the past , into a shadowy vision of those Compson windows that had burned away . " You have that same look in your eyes . Compson eyes . Like you left something you needed to do back in the past , and you still want to ...
... eyes , off into the past , into a shadowy vision of those Compson windows that had burned away . " You have that same look in your eyes . Compson eyes . Like you left something you needed to do back in the past , and you still want to ...
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... eyes . He looked like a monster then , his eyes bright with fear and anger . But he is not a monster . He is Kumar , my son , who taps toddy from the palms for Mister Premasiri . Our neighbor had his television stolen and a girl closer ...
... eyes . He looked like a monster then , his eyes bright with fear and anger . But he is not a monster . He is Kumar , my son , who taps toddy from the palms for Mister Premasiri . Our neighbor had his television stolen and a girl closer ...
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... eyes , not your fingers . Before this firework display , my gaze had been following the circle of light outlined by the flashlight : my eye was in my hand . Before this firework dis- play , I didn't think that my first husband harbored ...
... eyes , not your fingers . Before this firework display , my gaze had been following the circle of light outlined by the flashlight : my eye was in my hand . Before this firework dis- play , I didn't think that my first husband harbored ...
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