2p.
...His mother regarded her life patiently, as if it were a long moment that she had to endure.... - P-1
15p.
...If he stared long and intently, the darkness gathered into a light, which took the insubstantial shape of what he had been reading. And he would feel that he was out of time, as he had felt that day in class when Archer Sloane had spoken to him. The past gatheredout of the darkness where it stayed, and the dead raised themselves to live before him; and the past and the dead flowed into the present among the alive, so that he had for an intense instant a vision of denseness into which he was compacted and from which he could not escape, and had no wish to escape.... - P-1
22p.
..Stoner tried to explain to his father what he intended to do, tried to evoke in him his own sense of significanceand purpose. He listened to his words fall as if from the mouth of another, and watched his father‘s face, which received those words as a stone receives the repeated blows of a fist. When he had finished he sat with his hands clasped between his knees and his head bowed. He listened to the silence of the room. - P-1
23p.
..His mother was facing him, but she did not see him. Hereyes were squeezed shut; she was breathing heavily, her face twisted as if in pain, and her closed fists were pressed against her cheeks. With wonder Stoner realized that she was crying, deeply and silently, with the shame and awkwardness of one who seldom weeps. He watched her for a moment more; then he got heavily to his feet and walked out of the parlor. He found his way up the narrow stairs that led to his attic room; for a long time he lay on his bed and stared with open eyes into the darkness above him. - P-1
55p.
..Upon that inner privacy William Stoner now intruded. And something unsuspected within her, some instinct, madeher call him back when he started to go out the door, made her speak quickly and desperately, as she had never spoken before, and as she would never speak again. - P-1
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