Faulkner spilt his whisky again

and watched it run

and then slow to a roll on the bare wood table top

--   Interestin

Ya saw didya

When it saw ya 

it slowed up

Musta been da way ya was lookin at it

Ahm lookin atcha now an ifin ah coud gitup an run away ah wod

--   Yer drunk an crossedeyed Bill 

Whaya talkin bout

--   Ahm sayin  ah wodnt go ner ya either

Is all

Ahm sayin

--   Ya remember writin in Light in August “He was not old enough to talk and say 

nothing at the same time”

 

--   Ah do not

--   Nah

--   Nah  Nahatall

--   Ya did

Yall hafta tak my word fer it

--   Nah  Ya frighten whisky  Ah cant  Ah believe whisky

2142,  Friday, 3  10. 14