Jefferson’s academical village its first writer in residence. It was not a complete surprise, because I was the junior member of the committee charged with bringing to Mr. So it was that afternoon in 1956 when I glimpsed William Faulkner in Cabell Hall at the University of Virginia. There is just a brief moment to confirm his identity as he turns to enter an office, but in that moment the carriage, the stature, the face, make it obvious to you that you have glimpsed the novelist, or poet, or dramatist, the one in your field you admire most, or at the very least, one whose work you have studied and taught for a number of years. As you are about to turn into your office, you glance ahead, and there, under the distant overhead light you glimpse for a moment a figure that is stunningly familiar. If you would like to try to imagine what it was like for me at the beginning, picture yourself walking down a corridor of your office building as the dusk begins to fall on a December afternoon.
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