The shadow hadn't quite cleared the stoop. I stopped

inside the door, watching the shadow move. It moved

almost perceptibly, creeping back inside the door, driving

the shadow back into the door. Only she was running

already when I heard it. In the mirror she was running

before I knew what it was. That quick her train caught

up over her arm she ran out of the mirror like a cloud, her veil

swirling in long glints her heels brittle and fast clutching her

dress onto her shoulder with the other hand, running out of

the mirror the smells roses roses the voice that breathed

o'er Eden. Then she was across the porch I couldn't hear her

heels then in the moonlight like a cloud, the floating shadow

of the veil running across the grass, into the bellowing.

She ran out of her dress, clutching her bridal, running into

the bellowing where T. P. in the dew Whooey Sas-sprilluh

Benjy under the box bellowing. Father had a V-shaped silver

cuirass on his running chest

From The Sound and the Fury - William Faulkner