It began with the picture of the little girl’s muddy drawers, climbing that tree to look in the parlour window with her brothers that didn’t have the courage to climb the tree waiting to see what she saw. And I tried with one brother and that wasn’t enough. That was Section One. I tried with another brother, and that wasn’t enough. That was Section Two. I tried the third brother, because Caddy was still to me too beautiful and too moving to reduce her to telling what was going on, that it would be more passionate to see her through somebody else’s eyes, I thought. And that failed and I tried myself –  the fourth section  –  to tell what happened,and I still failed. (Gwynn and Blotner 1 , emphasis mine)