A surprising juxtaposition of the seventeenth century with classical times.
Reading the first section of The Hamlet, I came across this
He was looking forward to his visit...with the sheer happiness of being out of bed and moving once more at free will, even though a little weakly, in the sun and air which men drank and moved in and talked and dealt with one another...
I'm not on my way to Frenchman's Bend to buy goats, I'm waiting to see a doctor. But I think Faulkner captures the feeling of being able not just to move about but to be engaged with the world just perfectly.