"It's Cash and Jewel and Vardaman and Dewey Dell," pa says, kind of hangdong and proud too, with his teeth and all, even if he wouldn't look at us. "Meet Mrs. Bundren," he says.

An attempt to re-establish domestic normalcy by introducing a name that moments ago referred to a corpse gurgling from its expellant purge liquid. The natural conclusion of Anse's belief that he can cast aside, betray and destroy anyone/thing, and he will be both forgiven and rewarded for it. And he's right! Happily ever after! Faulkner's epic of Americana is bitter and vile, but there isn't a single character for whom he doesn't show great sympathy. Dewey Dell broke my heart more times than I could count. I spent every word enrapt and gut-wrenched.

You can tell it's an exceptional feat of language because the top review on Goodreads insists it is so ambiguous that it is rendered meaningless, and the people who pretend to like it are lying snobs. You can also tell it is an exceptional feat of language by opening it and reading any given sentence. At this point in his career, Faulkner was farting poetry. In the decade including and immediately succeeding The Sound and the Fury, he was the greatest writer of novels ever to live. Well, y'know. Maybe. But he's up there!