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A review by moosegurl
Soldiers' Pay by William Faulkner
4.0
"Why can't a man be very happy or very unhappy? It's only a sort of pale mixture of the two. Like beer when you want a shot--or a drink of water. Neither one nor the other."
"And that is already the curse of our civilization--Things, Possessions, to which we are slaves, which require us to either labor honestly at least eight hours a day or do something illegal so as to keep them painted or dressed in the latest mode or filled with whisky or gasoline."
"but as we grow older what we are loses importance, giving place to what we do."
"Jones looked toward Gilligan's fading figure in disgust, like that of a swordsman who has been disarmed by a peasant with a pitchfork."
"And that is already the curse of our civilization--Things, Possessions, to which we are slaves, which require us to either labor honestly at least eight hours a day or do something illegal so as to keep them painted or dressed in the latest mode or filled with whisky or gasoline."
"but as we grow older what we are loses importance, giving place to what we do."
"Jones looked toward Gilligan's fading figure in disgust, like that of a swordsman who has been disarmed by a peasant with a pitchfork."