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To: Voltaire who wrote (6298)	10/6/2000 9:05:24 PM
From: y2kate	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

Hi Voltaire, That passage expressed something so rare and real and elusive-it was breathtaking. Thank you for looking it up, that was most kind of you. I should be reading Faulkner instead of puzzling over these markets, it would be a far better use of my time! It's been heartening to see your unwavering stance in the face of all this ugliness, but I have almost no faith at all in what's going on here. It's a very different feeling than this time last year. Look at all the horror stories in the internet stocks- and I don't think many of them will ever recover. My own psychology has changed, I'm wondering what you sense in terms of overall investment psychology- is it nothing a few good weeks couldn't turn around? -Kate

To: Voltaire who wrote (6298)	10/7/2000 1:32:47 AM
From: stephen wall	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

Voltaire, re: Faulkner Spent an entire afternoon one fall at Rowan Oak talking to the son of Ned Barnett. Ned Barnett was Faulkner's butler. The son, at the time I was there, was the caretaker on the grounds of Rowan Oak which is a national historic landmark and he was the one who took Faulkner to the hospital in Greenville for the last time. We sat around fixing his taillight in his car that afternoon and he told stories about Faulkner. He talked about his writing, his dignity, his drinking, his irritation with being discovered after the Nobel Prize and the NY literatti that descended on Oxford. But most of all he talked about his humor and dignity. How he could drink like a fish but never, ever when he was in his office writing. Anyway, that was on a Sunday afternoon. The grounds were actually closed, so, I couldnt go inside. I was traveling around the country in a van and that was one of the places I wanted to stop, having been mesmerized by Yoknapatawpha County in college and thereafter. Faulkner was, and still is as relevant as ever. The only problem is that the modern world is killing the novel and the novelist, so the voices are fading. And that is a real shame. But not for this boy.