As I Lay Dying Page #2

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back by now.

He better bury her at New Hope.

That bridge is old. I wouldn't

monkey with it.

Yeah, well his mind is set on

taking her to Jefferson.

Well, he had better get at it

soon.

It's been there quite a long

time, that there bridge.

The Lord kept it there, you

mean.

Peabody, you was the first guy

to cross it.

You was on the way over to our

house, see My sweetheart

give birth to our first son,

Jody.

If I would'a crossed it every

time she littered since

it'd be worn out long before

this.

The Lord giveth.

-The Lord giveth.

Where that rail run?

My mother is a fish.

His grace be upon this house!

Anse.

She going to a better place.

Shall we gather at the river

Where bright angels' feet have

trod

Gather with the saints at the

river

That flows by the throne of

God

Yes, we'll gather at the river

The beautiful, the beautiful

river

Gather with the saints at the

river

That flows by the throne of

God

Soon we'll meet by the river

Soon our pilgrimage will cease

Hey, Jewel!

Look at them.

Goddamn you. Goddamn him!

I know your mother was Addie

Bundren, Jewel

same as mine.

But who was your father?

And as long as I can recall who

it isn't...

but who it is.

I still don't know.

It ain't gonna balance.

If you want it to tote and ride

on a balance...

Pick up your goddamn your thick-

nosed soul to hell and pick up!

- Easy, Jewel.

Jewel, I'm telling you!

She will not tote and ride--

Easy!

Come on! Come on!

Pick it up!

Watch the stairs!

No, pick up! Pick up your end!

Watch it!

Come on, Cash!

Watch it!

Let loose, Cash!

Watch it! Watch it!

Pick up! Pick up!

Watch it, Jewel!

She's backwards.

Jewel! You leave that horse

here, you hear me?

We all go in the wagon with your

Ma, like she wanted.

Not with you prancing around

like a darn circus animal on

that horse.

My mother's a fish.

Yeah. Jewel's mother's a horse.

And what's your Ma, Darl?

I ain't got one.

Why you got them tools?

'Cause I aim to stop off at

Tull's on the way home

and get that roof up on that

barn.

It ain't respectful. That's

deliberate flouting of her and

of me.

Where your sister?

What's that?

Mr. Tull's cakes.

Taking them to town, Pa.

It ain't right.

It's flouting of the dead.

And there's little enough for

you do to do for her.

What sprung hell from her own

flesh and blood.

Then go on. Leave him stay if he

wants to.

Pepper!

It's a hard country on man.

Nowhere in this sinful world

can a honest, hard-working man

profit.

It takes them that run the

stores in the towns...

doing no sweating, doing no

sweating...

living off them that sweat.

It ain't the hard-working man,

the farmer.

Sometimes I wonder why I keep at

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