Dear Father

Dear Father,

It’s time. My shadow has been waiting. I have seen it following me in the river. When you gave me grandfather’s watch you said, “I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it” (p.76). My time has come. My shadow is now complete with my body. Father, after I told you I committed incest you said “too people cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today” p.80).  Father, I am haunted. By honeysuckle, by time, and I am haunted by memories. You told me “clocks slay time” and that “time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life” p.85). I am ready to come to life because I am not living. Caddy has broken me. From the moment she said, “We did how can you not know it…it cannot be hid, you think it can…poor Quentin you’ve never done that have you” (p.148). I followed Caddy, I watched her with the wind blowing honeysuckle my way. I couldn’t help but want what they had. When she told me, “Yes I will if you want me to I will” (p.156), I couldn’t help but take what I had been wanting for months. But then she was teasing and I had to hold her down. I said, “I used to hold you like this you thought I wasn’t strong enough didn’t you” (p.135). Today I am still haunted by her. Did I get some or even any? I got some cheap feels and thrills off my sister for sure. My secrets will die with me. Only time will tick on.

i dont know which was worst that i couldnt save her from herself or that i couldnt have her for myself.

Your son,

Quentin