As I Lay Dying
And that’s why I can talk to [Darl] with knowing with hating because he knows.
"Poor Anse," I say. "She kept him at work for thirty-odd years. I reckon she is tired."
"And I reckon she’ll be behind him for thirty years more," Kate says. "Or if it ain’t her, he’ll get another one before cotton-picking." (8.42-3)
She watches me: I can feel her eyes. It’s like she was shoving at me with them. I have seen it before in women. Seen them drive from the room them coming with sympathy and pity, with actual help, and clinging to some trifling animal to whom they never were more than pack-horses. (11.27)