1848: The University of Mississippi founded
"University of Mississippi," Shreve's voice said in the darkness to Quentin's right. "Bayard attenuated forty miles (it was forty miles, wasn't it?); out of the wilderness proud honor semestrial regurgitant." "Yes," Quentin said. "They were in the tenth graduating class since it was founded." (p288)
1909: Quentin accompanies Rosa to the old house at Sutpen's Hundred; sees Clytie, Jim Bond and Henry
He could taste the dust. Even now, with the chill pure weight of the snow-breathed New England air on his face, he could taste and feel the dust of that breathless (rather, furnace-breathed) Mississippi September night. He could even smell the old woman in the buggy beside him . . . He could smell the horse; he could hear the dry plaint of the light wheels in the weightless permeant dust and he seemed to feel the dust itself move sluggish and dry across his sweating flesh just as he seemed to hear the single profound suspiration of the parched earth's agony rising toward the imponderable and aloof stars. (p290)
1909: Henry tells Quentin that he has come home "to die"
the wasted yellow face with closed, almost transparent eyelids on the pillow, the wasted hands crossed on the breast as if he were already a corpse; And you are - ? Henry Sutpen. And you have been here - ? Four years. And you came home - ? To die. Yes. To die? Yes. To die. (p298)
1909: Rosa takes an ambulance to Sutpen's to get Henry; Clytie thinks she wants to arrest him for shooting Bon
"And she waited three months before she went back to get him [Henry]," Shreve said. "Why did she do that?" Quentin didn't answer. . . . "But at last she did reconcile herself to it, for his sake, to save him, to bring him into town where the doctors could save him, and so she told it then, got the ambulance and the men and went out there. And old Clytie maybe watching for just that out of the upstairs window for three months now: and maybe even your old man was right this time and when she saw the ambulance turn into the gate she believed it was the same black wagon for which she probably had had that nigger boy watching for three months now, coming to carry Henry into town for the white folks to hang him for shooting Charles Bon." (pp298-99)
1909: Clytie has Bond burn the house; she and Henry die in the flames; Rosa is carried back to town in a coma
And I guess it had been him who had kept that closet under the stairs full of tinder and trash all that time too, like she told him to, maybe he not getting it then either but keeping it full just like she told him, the kerosene and all, for three months now . . . and it may have been the howling or it may have been the deputy or the driver or it may have been she who cried first: "It's on fire!" . . . and then for a moment maybe Clytie appeared in that window from which she must have been watching the gates constantly day and night for three months - the tragic gnome's face beneath the clean headrag, against a red background of fire, seen for a moment between two swirls of smoke, looking down at them . . . "And so it was the Aunt Rosa that came back to town inside the ambulance," Shreve said. (pp299-301)
1909: Jim Bond continues to live in the ruins of Sutpen's Hundred
there was nothing left now, nothing out there now but that idiot boy to lurk around those ashes and those four gutted chimneys and howl until someone cme and drove him away. They couldn't catch him. . . . Then after a while they would begin to hear him again. (p301)
1910: Quentin reads the end of his father's letter telling him Rosa died without regaining consciousness
And so she died. . . . Now he (Quentin) could read it, could finish it - the sloped whimsical ironic hand out of Mississippi attenuated, into the iron snow: (p301)
1910: in his dorm bed "in the iron New England dark," Quentin struggles to answer Shreve's question about the South
"I dont hate it," he said. I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, (p303)