Jun 9, 2020
"Then the buck was there. He did not come into sight; he was just there, looking not like a ghost but as if all of light were condensed in him and he were the source of it, not only moving in it but disseminating it, already running, seen first as you always see the deer, in the split second after he had already seen you, already slanting away in that first soaring bound, the antlers even in that dim light looking like a small rocking-chair balanced on his head." Faulkner, The Old People (Go Down, Moses) #faulkner #deer #godownmoses #williamfaulkner #literature #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CBNidmvhN7i/?igshid=1n3rwyxl9j0sk