And moving on up, it is to be hoped

American writer William Faulkner died on this day in 1962. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1949.

"I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind—and that of the minds who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town." -- Dr. Peabody, in Faulkner's As I Lay Dying.