So it's like digging through the ash tray for part of a cigarette, or dumping the last drop of every beer into a cup hoping to aquire one last drink. It's gonna be your last. Atleast you keep telling yourself that, this is the last puff the last snort the last hit. No more after today, today you are creating a NEW you.
So Faulkner is human, he fell under the stress of peer pressure just like millions of other people. His drug of choice just happens to be something competely different and yet supremely normal. It SOUNDS odd to be addicted to prejudism, but truthfully many people fall victim to this. It's not a choice, it's bred in you as surely as the color of your eyes. Faulkner tries to not be prejudice, he knows it's wrong. He just can't help it. Its like when you see a dog, and you know(or atleast think) you are smarter than it, and you can't help but feel superior to it. Faulkner has been raised to feel superior to blacks and therefor he does. Whether he likes it or not. This is his last day. Hes gonna go anti-slavery tomorrow. He is a new man. Starting tomorrow.... always tomorrow.
1 what im told.