Dear Laura Ann, The sentences at the end of your document match what I know about the way Intruder in the Dust ends, though I haven't read it yet. It is so tempting but I'm drowning in books. I've been wanting to read that one because it's a mystery and quite different from Faulkner's standard, quite depressing, formula. Web braille has a Faulkner short mystery as part of a collection called Murder and Other Acts of Literature, which has mysteries by E. B. White, Alcott, Warton, Kipling and other well known classic writers. Intruder in the Dust is one novel web braille doesn't have, so it will be a terrific addition to Bookshare. I've read 4 of his, all pretty defeating, but in Intruder in the Dust, Faulkner casts a vote for human dignity. Go William. About time! I hope someone grabs it soon while I can still resist it. Always with love, Lissi "My story is finally out there in the ether, a self-sufficient organism beyond my control, changing shape in every new mind that absorbs it." From The Night Listener, a novel by Armistead Maupin ----- Original Message ----- From: Agape Pet Sitting To: bksvol-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Thursday, August 24, 2006 8:34 PM Subject: [bksvol-discuss] Re: question about possible incomplete book here is what is at beginning of book..... INTRUDER IN THE DUST WILLIAM FAULKNER THE MODERN LIBRARY New YorkCopyright, 1948, By Random House, Inc. MODERN LIBRARY is published by RANDOM HOUSE. INC. INTRUDER IN THE DUST THIS PAGE IS BLANK. 2 Chapter One IT WAS JUST NOON that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man. He was there, waiting. He was the first one, standing lounging trying to look occupied or at least innocent, under the shed in front of the closed blacksmith's shop across the street from the jail where his uncle would be less likely to see ((((and here is what is at the end page 248))) the fixed blaring of the radios and the blatting creep of the automobile horns and all the rest of the whole County's Saturday uproar came up on the bright afternoon. 'Now what?' his uncle said. 'What are you waiting for now?' 'My receipt,' Lucas said.