He approached the bed. The still invisible occupant snored profoundly. There was a quality of profound and complete surrender in it. Not of exhaustion, but surrender, as if he had given over and relinquished completely that grip upon that blending of pride and hope and vanity and fear, that strength to cling to defeat or victory, which is the I-Am, and the relinquishment of which is usually death.
William Faulkner
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