WILLIAM FAULKNER. That Evening Sun. MONDAY IS NO DIFFERENT from any other weekday in Jefferson now. The streets are paved now, and the telephone. "That Evening Sun" is a short story by the American author William Faulkner, published in . Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version. Keywords: William Faulkner, “That Evening Sun,” Marxist Approach. William Faulkner (), a prominent American novelist who was.
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Compson refuses, and Mr. Jason begins to cry, and Nancy tries to placate the children by telling them stories and making popcorn.
Eventually they hear footsteps outside the cabin, which turn out to be coming from Mr. Compson; he has arrived to take the children home. They leave Nancy sitting in her hut with the door open, again making the sound which is like singing but not singing, waiting for Jesus to come for her. On the way home, Quentin wonders who will do their laundry now. Compson carries Jason on his shoulders and snaps at Caddy when she teases calls her brother for being afraid of the dark.
Greenall, Lily. Retrieved July 15, It was a long time. We were in the library after supper. Tell her she can go on home. Nancy was through. The dishes were put away and the fire was out. Nancy was sitting in a chair, close to the cold stove. She looked at me. What is it? I went back to the library. It was the cold stove and all, when you think of a kitchen being warm and busy and cheerful.
And with a cold stove and the dishes all put away, and nobody wanting to eat at that hour. She's through. Nancy told us how one morning she woke up and Jubah was gone.
Dodging them city po-lice for a while, I reckon. Father came back. Some Negro sent her word that he was back in town. I won't be long.
She was speaking to father. You could tell that by the way she said it. Like she believed that all day father had been trying to think of doing the thing that she wouldn't like the most, and that she knew all the time that after a while he would think of it. I stayed quiet, because father and I both knew that mother would want him to make me stay with her, if she just thought of it in time.
So father didn't look at me. I was the oldest. I was nine and Caddy was seven and Jason was five. We came to the lane. Aunt Rachel was old. She lived in a cabin beyond Nancy's, by herself.
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She had white hair and she smoked a pipe in the door, all day long; she didn't work any more. They said she was Jubah's mother. Sometimes she said she was and sometimes she said she wasn't any kin to Jubah. You were scairder than T.
Scairder than niggers. And if you'd just let white men alone. I can feel him now, in this lane.
He hearing us talk, every word, hid somewhere, waiting. I ain't seen him, and I ain't going to see him again but once more, with that razor. That razor on that string down his back, inside his shirt. And then I ain't going to be even surprised. He's probably in St.
Louis now. Probably got another wife by now and forgot all about you. I'd cut his head off and I'd slit her belly and I'd shove-" "Hush," father said. I to be left alone in this big house while you take home a frightened Negro? One night we waked up, hearing the sound.
It was not singing and it was not crying, coming up the dark stairs. There was a light in mother's room and we heard father going down the hall, down the back stairs, and Caddy and I went into the hall. The floor was cold. Our toes curled away from the floor while we listened to the sound. It was like singing and it wasn't like singing, like the sounds that Negroes make. Then it stopped and we heard father going down the back stairs, and we went to the head of the stairs.
Then the sound began again, in the stairway, not loud, and we could see Nancy's eyes half way up the stairs, against the wall.
They looked like cat's eyes do, like a big cat against the wall, watching us. When we came down the steps to where she was she quit making the sound again, and we stood there until father came back up from the kitchen, with his pistol in his hand.
He went back down with Nancy and they came back with Nancy's pallet.
We spread the pallet in our room. After the light in mother's room went off, we could see Nancy's eyes again. It was oh or no, I don't know which. Like nobody had made it, like it came from nowhere and went nowhere, until it was like Nancy was not there at all; that I had looked so hard at her eyes on the stair that they had got printed on my eyelids, like the sun does when you have closed your eyes and there is no sun.
Like this: Jeeeeee- eeeeeeeeesus, until the sound went out like a match or a candle does. God knows. We could see her eyes. She cooked dinner. Get on out of here, now, and let me get my kitchen straight again.
And that night, just before dark, Nancy came into the kitchen. She poured a cup of coffee for Nancy. How come you know it's tonight? I know. I done lived with him too long. I know what he fixing to do fore he knows it himself. Nancy held the cup to her mouth and blew into the cup. Her mouth pursed out like a spreading adder's, like a rubber mouth, like she had blown all the color out of her lips with blowing the coffee.
I going back where I come from soon. While she was drinking, holding the cup in both hands, she began to make the sound again.
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She made the sound into the cup and the coffee sploshed out on to her hands and her dress. Her eyes looked at us and she sat there, her elbows on her knees, holding the cup in both hands, looking at us across the wet cup, makin the sound. Dilsey's got well now. Nancy held the cup in both hands, looking at us, making the sound, like there were two of them: one looking at us and the other making the sound. Jason telefoam the marshal?
Nancy stopped then, holding the cup in her long brown hands. She tried to drink some coffee again, but it sploshed out of the cup, on to her hands and her dress and she put the cup down.
Jason watched her. She looked at Nancy.
What you going to do, then? Her eyes went fast, like she was afraid there wasn't time to look, without hardly moving at all. She looked at us, at all three of us at one time.
She told about how we waked up early the next morning, and played. We had to play quiet, on her pallet, until father woke and it was time for her to go down and get breakfast.
We can play some more," she said. Caddy asked mother. Jason went too.
Jason cried. He cried until mother said he couldn't have any dessert for three days if he didn't stop. Then Jason said he would stop if Dilsey would make a chocolate cake. Father was there.
She says she knows he is there tonight. Mother told us to go out and father said he didn't know if Jason would get a chocolate cake or not, but he knew what Jason was going to get in about a minute.
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There, she is not able to attend to them, tell them proper stories or even make them some popcorn. Jason, the youngest, starts to cry. Their father arrives and tries to talk some sense into Nancy, who fears Jesus will come out of the darkness of the ditch outside as soon as they go away.
The story ends as the father walks the children back—not the least bit affected by Nancy's situation, the kids still teasing each other and the father scolding them. It is left ambiguous as to whether Nancy survives the night.
However, in Sound and the Fury, Benjy refers to Nancy's bones lying in the ditch, although she was "shot by Roskus" and it is implied that Nancy is the name of a horse.
In this version of the story, Nancy's husband is called "Jubal", not Jesus, although a frightened Nancy whispers the word "Jesus" three times in Part II when Caddy is interrogating her. The substitution of Jubal for Jesus likely was made for censorship reasons.But I can cut it down, same as if it was.
Nancy held the cup in both hands, looking at us, making the sound, like there were two of them: one looking at us and the other making the sound. Boston: Beacon Press, , by William R. She talked like her eyes looked, like her eyes watching us and her voice talking to us did not belong to her.
Father carried Jason on his back. They looked like cat's eyes do, like a big cat against the wall, watching us. American Literature. I been working for yawl a long time. Dilsey's got well now.