How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Section.Paragraph)
Quote #1
And when I went in to supper, the table was set with the kitchen knives and forks in place of the silver ones, and the sideboard (on which the silver service had been sitting when I began to remember and where it had been sitting ever since except on each Tuesday afternoon, when Granny and Louvinia and Philadelphy would polish it, why, nobody except Granny maybe knew, since it was never used) was bare. (1.2.3)
Does your family have any strange traditions, where no one knows how they got started? That's a little bit like the silver-polishing Tuesdays at the Sartoris household. Even if the silver doesn't need to be polished, Granny, Louvinia, and Philadelphy do so just to keep the tradition. It gives the family a sense of history.
Quote #2
Because he said that he would rather just maybe have tasted coconut cake without remembering it than to know for certain he had not; that if he were to describe the wrong kind of cake, he would never taste coconut cake as long as he lived. (1.3.4)
Ringo, as a slave boy, doesn't get the same privileges that Bayard does. That's why he isn't sure whether or not he's tasted coconut cake; Bayard can remember the taste perfectly because he's had more chances to try it. Ringo would prefer to have tasted and forgotten it than to have never tasted it at all, which means that even forgotten memories are more precious than never having had the experience in the first place.
Quote #3
So I took the snuff box from my pocket and emptied half the soil (it was more than Sartoris earth; it was Vicksburg too: the yelling was in it, the embattled, the iron-worn, the supremely invincible) into his hand. (2.2.39)
Have you ever moved away from your home? Did you take any souvenirs with you, or leave anything behind? Ringo and Bayard both feel strong connections to the land, and when they have to leave their home, they want to take some dirt along with them. And it isn't just dirt; it's filled with all the memories and spirit of the place because of what they associate it with.
Quote #4
"Oh," the officer said. "I see. You're drawing it like you used to be."
"Co-rect," Ringo said. "What I wanter draw hit like hit is now for? I can walk down here ten times a day and look at hit like hit is now. I can even ride in that gate on a horse and do that." (4.3.4-5)
Ringo is drawing a picture of the plantation before it was burned down, and the Union officer thinks it's funny at first. Art, like Ringo's drawing or even Faulkner's novel, is an important way to get in touch with memories and the past, even after they've been destroyed.
Quote #5
I reckon I heard the sound, and I reckon I must have heard the bullets, and I reckon I felt him when he hit me, but I dont remember it. I just remember the two bright flashes and the gray coat rushing down, and then the ground hitting me. (5.3.18)
Sometimes traumatic events are so terrible that we can't remember everything about them, just sort of snapshots of the moment. That's what happens when Grumby shoots at Bayard. He knows there must have been a sound and a feeling, but all he remembers is the visual part of the memory.
Quote #6
We hitched the mules in the cedars and Ringo was just starting off to find a board when we saw that somebody had already put one up—Mrs Compson, I reckon, or maybe Uncle Buck when he got back home. (5.4.2)
Different cultures have different methods of creating memorials or using objects to help them remember important events. Burying a loved one and marking the grave is an important part of saying goodbye while holding onto memories, so the board on Granny's grave is the perfect place to nail Grumby's hand. If you have to nail a hand anywhere, better do it in a place that shows vengeance has been served, we always say.
Quote #7
Now it was as though we had not surrendered at all, we had joined forces with the men who had been our enemies against a new foe whose means we could not always fathom but whose aim we could always dread. (6.2.10)
Talk about amnesia. All of Bayard's conscious life has been spent hating the Yankees, wanting to beat the Union in a war, and hoping to drive the northerners out of the South. Now that the war is over, everyone is supposed to forget those aims and start hoping that the Yankees will come in and rebuild. We can see by the novel, though, that forgetting isn't so easy.
Quote #8
People talk glibly of presentiment, but I had none. (7.1.1)
We kind of like Bayard's admission as a narrator here. A lot of novels let their readers know that something terrible is going to happen by letting a character have a presentiment, a feeling about the future, but here he admits freely that that didn't happen. The funny thing is that admitting he didn't have a presentiment lets the reader know that something is about to happen, namely John's death.
Quote #9
I should have known; I should have been prepared. Or maybe I was prepared because I remember how I closed the book carefully, even marking the place, before I rose. (7.1.2)
There was no way for Bayard to know about or be prepared for his father's death, but the fact that he's telling the story long after the fact makes it so the memory gets all bunched up, as though he could have somehow been prepared for what hadn't happened yet. He uses his careful movements and memories as proof that he was prepared.
Quote #10
[T]he road to Jefferson lay before us, the road which I had travelled for the first time three years ago with Father and travelled twice at Christmas time and then in June and September and twice at Christmas time again and then June and September again each college term since alone on the mare, not even knowing that this was peace; and now this time and maybe last time who would not die (I knew that) but who maybe forever after could never again hold up his head. (7.1.11)
When you make the same trip over and over, like to visit your grandmother every Christmas or go to school every day, time can start to collapse onto itself. It's like the repetition jumbles everything up, and while you're taking the familiar road you don't realize that someday you'll look back on that route like a big, old chunk of time.