Book: East of Eden. Page 2

Of all the Hamiltonian, except for Lisa, Olivia, distinguished by the highest integrity of nature. Her religious beliefs were a strange mixture: fairies from Irish fairy tales side by side in its theological system with the old Testament Jehovah, which she later confused with his father. Paradise in view, Olivia was a cozy house, which was inhabited by her deceased relatives. All distressing in the surrounding reality, Olivia simply brushed aside, flatly refusing to believe that such a thing exists, and when it tried to convince, was angry in earnest. As the story goes, one day she wept bitterly when he realized that I will not be able to dance on two points. One ball arranged in Greenfield, and the other, another Saturday night, - twenty miles from Greenfield, in San Lucas. <...> She did not want to believe that this is impossible, but was not capable of coping with this distressing fact, and therefore, crying anger, did not go either in Greenfield or in San Lucas.

- Must be hard to kill people you don't know and against which I have nothing.
- Or, conversely, easily, ' said Louis.
- Well, also makes sense. You see, Lewis, there are people who truly love this world, but there are others, those that hate themselves and spread their hatred to all others - their anger is spreading in all directions, like butter on hot bread.

How true the saying: a hungry man in the dream lunch - and then happiness.

Enlightenment fills the world with light and transforms it in a flash, rocket transforms the battlefield.

Suddenly he realized that joy and sadness are parts of a common whole. Courage and fear also go hand in hand.

Women, they are all the same. A Chapter will close, and all do not feel the difference.

Mr. Edwards was, in General, nature is not difficult, but even in a simple soul has its nooks and crannies, dark and intricate. Catherine was intelligent, but intelligent woman not see all the forks in the maze of thoughts and feelings men.

I don't understand why a girl like you... - he began, and at the same moment fell victim to the ancient fallacy, axioms stating that the girl you love can't be dishonest or deceitful.

Almost every man hides in himself any irrepressible desires, passions and feelings, ready to burst at any moment; the calm surface often hides beneath the reefs of selfishness, greed and lust. Most of us either keep their nature in check, or give her the will secretly. <...> ... sex with all the attendant languor and suffering, jealousy and prohibitions - excites and stirs a person more than all other passions. And in those days sex was stirs people even more painful than it is now, because this topic is not discussed, it eschewed silence. Everyone hid in this blazing fire and the people pretended that nothing could not be, but as soon as the flame out of your little hell breaks out, you appeared in front of him helpless.

Making meanness or cruelty, the man crucified himself, thought Adam, and therefore needs someone for the pain to punish.

But the truth was that in the presence of girls Carl insanely shy. And like most shy men, he satisfied the needs of his nature with the help of a faceless tribe of prostitutes. A whore is a timid man feels infinitely more confident. He pays her, and pays forward, and it becomes a thing with a prostitute timid man can afford to be cheerful, and even cruel. In addition, it keeps the gut from the fear that you rejected.

Joe gradually withdrew from all work on the farm. The mother explained that Joe's thoughts were in the clouds, though it God knows what rare virtue. When Joe disgraced himself in all the available farmer activities, Samuel with desperation, instructed him to herd sheep, a herd of sixty cows. It was the most uncomplicated work, a classic example of work that does not require any skill. The only thing required is to be near the sheep. But Joe lost a herd - lost sixty sheep and could not find them at the bottom of a dry valley, where they, their inlets in a heap, sheltered from the sun. As the story goes, Samuel called the entire family, all his sons and daughters, and took their oath that after his death they'll take care of Joe, otherwise he will surely die from hunger.

Tom, the third son, went to his father. He was born from the thundering Creek and lived, flashing like lightning. In life, he rushed headlong. He did not know the measure of joy and delight. The world and the people he has not opened and created himself. When he read the book, you know that reads them first. He lived in the world, fresh and new, untouched, as Eden on the sixth day of creation. He quickly raced along the expanse of life, like a crazed space foal, and when later life erected before him the fence he raced through it, swept rail, and wire, and later, when closed irrevocably around the wall, he broke out of them and escaped. He was available of great joy, but equally great was and their grief; for example, when his dog died, the world collapsed.

Like I something is not brought to an end. Something to me is what happens when the deal is done halfway, and what's next, don't know. Something not brought to an end. My place is not here.