Dewey Dell Quotes

the listening part is afraid that there may not be time to say it". Dewey Dell - As I Lay Dying.

The river itself is not a hundred yards across, and pa and Vernon and Vardaman and Dewey Dell are the only things in sight not of that single monotony of desolation leaning with that terrific quality a little from right to left, as though we had reached the place where the motion of the wasted world accelerates just before the final precipice. Yet they appear dwarfed. It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread and not the interval between. The mules stand, their fore quarters already sloped a little, their rumps high. They too are breathing now with a deep groaning sound; looking back once, their gaze sweeps across us with in their eyes a wild, sad, profound and despairing quality as though they had already seen in the thick water the shape of the disaster which they could not speak and we could not see.

The river itself is not a hundred yards across, and pa and Vernon and Vardaman and Dewey Dell are the only things in sight not of that single monotony of desolation leaning with that terrific quality a little from right to left, as though we had reached the place where the motion of the wasted world accelerates just before the final precipice.

È stato Darl. Si è fatto sulla porta e è rimasto lì, a guardare sua madre morente. Guardarla e basta, e io ho sentito di nuovo l'amore immenso del Signore e la Sua misericordia. Ho capito che con Jewel lei aveva solo fatto finta, ma che era tra lei e Darl che c'era comprensione e amore vero. È rimasto lì a guardarla, semplicemente, senza neanche entrare e mettersi dove lei avrebbe potuto vederlo e agitarsi, sapendo che Anse lo stava cacciando via e lui non l'avrebbe mai più rivista. Non ha detto nulla, rimasto lì a guardarla e basta. "Cosa vuoi, Darl?" ha detto subito Dewey Dell, senza smettere col ventaglio, tenendo perfino lui lontano da lei. Non ha risposto. È rimasto lì a guardare la madre morente, il cuore troppo pieno per delle parole.

Il fatto che la politica sia l’ombra proiettata sulla società dal mondo degli affari, come diceva Dewey – per inciso, questa era una tautologia anche per Adam Smith – oggi è diventato quasi invisibile. La forza che proietta quell’ombra è stata in gran parte rimossa dalle istituzioni ideologiche, ed è talmente lontana dalla consapevolezza dell’opinione pubblica che ci rimane solo l’antipolitica. Questo è un altro grosso colpo inferto alla democrazia e un grosso regalo al sistema di potere assolutista e irresponsabile che ha raggiunto livelli inimmaginabili per Thomas Jefferson o John Dewey.

It was Darl. He come to the door and stood there, looking at his dying mother. He just looked at her, and I felt the bounteous love of the Lord again and His mercy. I saw that with Jewel she had just been pretending, but that it was between her and Darl that the understanding and the true love was. He just looked at her, not even coming in where she could see him and get upset, knowing that Anse was driving him away and he would never see her again. He said nothing, just looking at her. "What you want, Darl?" Dewey Dell said, not stopping the fan, speaking up quick, keeping even him from her. He didn't answer. He just stood and looked at his dying mother, his heart too full for words.