Miss Rosa is in a constant state of mourning, having tragically lost all of her family. She has sent for Quentin to tell him of her loss in hopes he will remember it and pass it down to younger generations. But in the reader’s mind because the The Sound and the Fury was published years before that Quentin is already dead. Both he and Miss Rosa are living ghosts.

Rosa Coldfield (or Miss Rosa) is the younger sister of Ellen Coldfield. She is one of the main narrators of the novel.

Quentin Compson appears in a number of Faulkner’s works most famously in The Sound and the Fury. He is the eldest sibling of the tragic Compson family and due to his inability to come to terms with his tragic ancestry, he will commit suicide during his freshman year at Harvard.

This section is a surreal version of The Last Supper.

The narrator characterizes Christ as a violent savior against adults who threaten his vitality.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SO5Y1OuQIxo

Many parts of The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You is based in dream logic. Here the narrator, likely a young man (Stanford began writing it in his teens) that after reading “initiation books” (books that will make him grow up) that boot lickers or proper adults will enter his room and suck out his youth.

Rev. Leonidas W. H’m, Reverend Le–well, there was a feller here, once by the name of Jim Smiley, in the winter of ‘49 –or maybe it was the spring of '50–I don’t recollect exactly, somehow, though what makes me think it was one or the other is because I remember the big flume warn’t finished when he first come to the camp; but anyway, he was the curiousest man about always betting on anything that turned up you ever see, if he could get anybody to bet on the other side; and if he couldn’t he’d change sides. Any way that suited the other man would suit him any way just so’s he got a bet, he was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncommon lucky; he most always come out winner. He was always ready and laying for a chance; there couldn’t be no solit'ry thing mentioned but that feller’d offer to bet on it, and take any side you please, as I was just telling you. If there was a horse-race, you’d find him flush or you’d find him busted at the end of it; if there was a dog-fight, he’d bet on it; if there was a cat-fight, he’d bet on it; if there was a chicken-fight, he’d bet on it; why, if there was two birds setting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first; or if there was a camp-meeting, he would be there reg'lar to bet on Parson Walker, which he judged to be the best exhorter about here, and so he was too, and a good man. If he even see a straddle-bug start to go anywheres, he would bet you how long it would take him to get to–to wherever he was going to, and if you took him up, he would foller that straddle-bug to Mexico but what he would find out where he was bound for and how long he was on the road. Lots of the boys here has seen that Smiley, and can tell you about him. Why, it never made no difference to him–he’d bet on any thing–the dangdest feller. Parson Walker’s wife laid very sick once, for a good while, and it seemed as if they warn’t going to save her; but one morning he come in, and Smiley up and asked him how she was, and he said she was considerable better–thank the Lord for his inf'nite mercy–and coming on so smart that with the blessing of Prov'dence she’d get well yet; and Smiley, before he thought, says, 'Well, I’ll resk two-and-a-half she don’t anyway.’