No words can prepare the self for oblivion; an observation Addie makes with reference to Anse by means of Faulkner’s almost poetic allusion to entropy within the Second Law of Thermodynamics:
I
would think about his name until after a while I could see the word as a shape,
a vessel, and I would watch him liquify and flow into it like cold molasses
flowing out of the darkness into the vessel, until the jar stood full and
motionless: a significant shape profoundly without life like an empty door
frame; and then I would find that I had forgotten the name of the jar. (p.99)
Sometimes you get lucky.
