Eulogy For Emily

Emily herself went mad when everything she had vanished within a matter of days. Her father, a dictator, and an abuser finally left her and she was free but she could very well be compared to a sheltered high school student that was finally free as a college freshman. No rules or guidelines she fell for the first man who gave her attention believing he wanted to court her. Homer Barron had come into town when the roads were bring built later on he was seen spending time with Emily everyone believing them to get married soon. Homer then left town only returning once more and had been seen to enter into Miss Emily’s home never to be seen again. Miss Emily also once again locked herself away in her home, everyone in the town believing them to have broken up. Several believed this was her way of coping. Emily once again stayed within her home in a sense still behaving as if her father was still their controlling her.

People still respected her and didn’t enter her home till she was down in the ground. When the town folk finally entered the one room that had been locked up did they finally see what was truly going on in her home. There in a bed lied Homer Baring himself, a dried up corpse, “The man himself lay in the bed. For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust”(William Faulkner,