¿simpatía alguna para Flem Snopes?

¿Será posible sentir algún tipo de simpatía por Flem Snopes? ¿Considerarlo, por ejemplo, el único hombre realmente de su tiempo en Jefferson, Mississippi?

My, my. A body does get around.

Light in August, William Faulkner 

la memoria cree antes de que sabiendo recuerde, escribió faulkner, a modo de trabalenguas

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. Knows remembers believes a corridor in a big long garbled cold echoing building of dark red brick sootbleakened by more chimneys than its own, set in a grassless cinderstrewnpacked compound surrounded by smoking factory purlieus and enclosed by ten food steel-and-wire fence like a penitentiary or a zoo, where in random erratic surges, with sparrowlike childtrebling, orphans in identical and uniform blue denim in and out of remembering but in knowing constant in the bleak walls, the bleak windows where in rain soot from the yearly adjacenting chimneys streaked like black tears.

Light in August, Wulliam Faulkner 

de los muertos no se escapa, decía faulkner, el alegre

A fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he's already got. He'll cling to trouble he's used to before he'll risk a change. Yes. A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks. But it's the dead folks that do him the damage. It's the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and don't t try to hold him, that he can't escape from.

Light in August, William Faulkner

(Justo encontré unas notas que había hecho cuando leí la novela el año pasado, y tenía marcadas par de citas que nunca subí).