The Sound and the Fury has stirred my soul.

"The broken flower drooped over Ben's fist and his eyes were empty and blue and serene again as cornice and facade flowed smoothly once more form left to right, post and tree, window and doorway and signboard each in its ordered place."

The character depth and contradictions between characters in the novel are astounding. The last line depicts such an orderly scene, and it seems to wholely sum up the novel, at least for me. It leaves me wondering, if things truly are ever in order. Or is that just an ephemeral dream that individuals cling to?