Anse Bundren
The Grit-Eyed Patriarch of Yoknapatawpha
God's will don't come cheap, and neither do teeth.
I breathe the same dust as this land, and I reckon that's good enough for any man. I got a God-given duty to suffer, and a right to be looked after while I do it. Ain't much changed in my ways since the start of this mess, and won't none of it matter when I get mine. The road to Jefferson's long, but the Lord don't ask you to carry no coffin and no kin if you ain't strong enough to do it.
What I'm Into: The Lord's trials, a good set of teeth, dust in my lungs, others' sweat on my brow, the sound of a shovel in soft dirt
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