The Poetics of Ruptured Mnemosis: Telling Encounters in William Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom!(Critical Essay‪)‬

Come on if you like. But I will get there first; accumulating ahead of you I will arrive first, lifting, sloping gently upward under hooves and wheels so that you will find no destination but will merely abrupt gently onto a plateau and a panorama of harmless and inscrutable night and there will be nothing for you to do but return and so I would advise you not to go, to turn back now and let what is, be ... (AA 143) So warns the dust as Quentin Compson and Rosa Coldfield drive through the hot August night toward their apocalyptic encounter with the ghostly, half-dead Henry Sutpen in the ruins of Sutpen's Hundred. It may serve as a warning to anyone who seeks out lost time.