Gotta dollar? yeah? Got six more? yeah?

Kloverfield Log: February 19, 2011
Regarding the book, The Sound and the Fury, pages 165-184

The mood of Quentin's narrative is getting lighter.  Quentin is becoming an actual human being. Well, a character that I don't hate anymore.  The reasons I hated him were not his fault.  They were just caused by confusion. 

In this section we continue following Quentin on his journey.  There is no goal, no reason, no plan.  He just wanders wherever.  Sometime after he ditched the little girl, she finds him, and Quentin once again tries to help her find her home.  As it turns out, trouble finds them first.  The little girl's older brother appears, convinced that Quentin was trying to steal her.  The little girl's return may have been a device employed by Faulkner to bring Quentin back into the town.  Since they were convinced that Quentin is a kidnapper, they brought him back to the town to go in front of a judge, and sitting in the street is an automobile filled with people from school looking for him.  If he had not been arrested because the girl followed him, Quentin may have continued wandering until it was necessary to return to school.  The entire scene from the court is entertaining though.  When Quentin sees the car, he says to the occupants,"good afternoon,"he raises his hat and continues nonchalantly,"I'm under arrest. I'm sorry I didn't get your note."
Then when he's in court it goes:
"blahblahblah name blah age blah."
*indistinct chatter from harvardians*
"quiet blah blah harvard blah kidnapping children blehblah."
*harvardians attempt at excuse*
"blah give the italian a dollar blah"
quentin gives him a dollar

"give the italian six dollars"

quenting gives him six dollars.

"bybye"

huh, that had nothing to do with anything. fun anyways

As Quentin rides in the car, he starts to space off.  His thoughts aren't making very much sense right now. He bursts into laughter at some point and the people worry about him.  The stuff that does make sense makes me want to laugh.  His thoughts are still under the process of decipheration.  

I am now off to decode a twenty plus page chunk of Quentin narrative that is completely punctuationless. Into the unknown!

Kloverfield out