grapes of wrath finish the quote

if he needs a million acres

to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it cause he feels awful poor inside

everybody

got sins

everybody got to

die

all their love

was thinned

what does uncle john do atone?

left gum under pillows for children

how does uncle john’s guilt manifest?

excessive drinking, eating, lusting

how much do the joads sell their belongings for?

eighteen dollars

its neck stretched

its body warped

squash em on my

face, an let em run offen my chin

drank it fast

to make the impact hard and stunning

how can we

live without our lives

dust hung in the air

for a long time after the loaded cars had passed

as to invite

slapping and stroking

left an

unbreaking loneliness on him

don’t let em forget

they’re taking your time

moon was

insubstantial and thin

goggled his mind

muzzled his speech

[the land] had

no prayers or curses

more efficient

to leave the engine running

if a man owns

a little property, that property is him

munched the

branded pie and threw the crust away

there’s nobody

to shoot

a large red drop

of sun lingered … like a bloody rag

if i’m touched

i’m touched

they fix em

so you can’t win nothing

no riders

sticker

correspondence

school courses

flipped the

turtle like a tiddly wink

got a lot of sinful ideas -

but they seem kinda sensible

the sperit

ain’t in the people much no more

there ain't no sin

and there ain’t no virtue

i’d take one

of them girls out in the grass and i’d lay with her

the banks were machines

and masters all at the same time

the owner men

were a little proud to be slaves to such cold and powerful masters

they breathe

profits

one man on a tractor

can take the place of twelve or fourteen families

the bank is

something else than men

they ignored

hills and … houses

green

bayonet

Weeds grew darker green

To protect themselves

The corn fought the wind

With its weakened leaves

To feel whether this time

the men would break

The women knew that they were safe

If their men were whole

future ruin

of the visor

yellow

nailed feet

why do we got to

hang it on god or jesus

maybe that's the holy sperit-

the human spirit

there wasn't nothing

in it, good or bad?

one could not be an owner

Unless one were cold

All of them were caught in

Something larger than themselves

Pump blood back

Into the land

We have to do it. We

don't like to do it

being born on it, working on it, dying

on it. that makes ownership

men made it, but

they can't control it

fight to keep our land, like

pa and granpa did

not plowing

but surgery

raping

methodically

against your

own people?

graveyard

ghos

were doing something just by

been here, were trespassing

the winged hunters

moved soundlessly overhead

small inept eyes watching

for weaknesses

were runnin a business

not a charity ward

a lone man like

that don't live long

if she ever deeply wavered or

despaired the family would fall

the tenant people

sifted their belongings

but you can't start. only

a baby can start

Ma looked to Tom to speak, because he was a

Man but Tom did not speak

The truck crawled

Slowly through the dust

Dead

Tractor

Al was one

With the engine

I ain't felt so safe

In a long time

He died the minute

You took im off the place

This is the beginning

From i to we

The quality of owning

Freezes you forever into 'i'