![]() ![]() And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. Yet the wagon is, because when the wagon is was, Addie Bundren will not be. And since sleep is is-not and rain and wind are was, it is not. Beyond the unlamped wall I can hear the rain shaping the wagon that is ours, the load that is no longer theirs that felled and sawed it nor yet theirs that bought it and which is not ours either, lie on our wagon though it does, since only the wind and the rain shape it only to Jewel and me, that are not asleep. He cannot empty himself for sleep because he is not what he is and he is what he is not. Jewel knows he is, because he does not know that he does not know whether he is or not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. ![]() “In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. ![]()
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