Author of quotes: John Steinbeck. Page 4

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.

Great acts, of course, change the course of history, but it is likely that all the actions and accidents, including the most trivial - say, you crossed over lying a stone on the road, or held their breath at the sight of a beautiful girl, or digging in the garden, he hurt the nail, or otherwise affect the historical process.

You see, son, almost all people feel fear, Cyrus spoke very sincerely, and what causes this fear ghostly shadows, unsolved mysteries, and countless unknown dangers, the fear of invisible death? they do not know themselves. But if you get the courage to look into the eyes not a Ghost, but a real death, visible and understandable, whether it be death by bullet or blade, of an arrow or spear, you will forget the fear, at least the one that lived in you before. Then you will truly be different from others, you will be calm when others are screaming in terror. This is the greatest reward of all. The greatest and perhaps the only one. Maybe it is the higher marginal cleanliness, which do not stain no dirt.

You have to understand that the whole human race soldiers, the Holy people, - said Cyrus, for they descend upon naityagchayshie test. I'll try to explain. Judge for yourself: at all times taught that to kill their own kind - an evil which has no justification. Anyone who kills a human must be destroyed, because killing a great sin, maybe even the greatest. But we call the soldier, giving him the right to kill and still say: "Use this right in full, use them at your pleasure". We are no longer restrained. Go and kill their brothers such a variety, we say, go and kill them as much as you can. And we you for this reward, because his act, you will break the commandment which he was accustomed to read.

Such unexpected amiability scared Adam more than his cruelty; he seemed like he prepared for the role of victim and care surrounded before death, what happens when elected representatives, intended for the gods, a long time courting and olisivat, then the victim sat down on a stone altar with joy and not anger of the gods miserable.

And besides, ever since Cyrus started the weaponization of everyday life, his wife successfully mastered the skills, without which the soldier didn't survive. She tried not to catch the eye, no one spoke first, doing no more than what was part of her duties, and did not seek to improve. It turned into a faceless enlisted in the seventh pants in the tenth row. To her it was easier. Further pushing themselves into the background, Alice has ensured that Cyrus soon stopped to notice it.

No one would dare to call him a liar. For the simple reason that the lies were part of his flesh and blood, and this is even true, flew with his lips, gave the lie.

He was a healthy, strong man, and he needed next to the female body, and it too cost money - unless, of course, you're on this body are not married. Vzdyhala, Dating, engagement, the wedding - with all that Cyrus had ruled for two weeks, and the morning after the wedding, Alice was already pregnant. The neighbors had not found the marriage of a widower hasty. In those days men usually have time in my life to ditch three, and even four wives, and nothing unusual no one saw.

But Liza Hamilton was Irish quite another spill. Her head was round and small, but kept there beliefs did not require a lot of space.

No one knew how, like Samuel, to calm the hysterical woman to tears or scared child. Because his speech was gentle, and gentle soul. He emanated a feeling of purity clean he kept his body and mind.

On a shelf near him, on the edge, to far to reach, stood a thick black book, the cover of which was embossed in gold, "Dr. Gunn. Family book of medicine." Some pages were bent and frequent use frayed, others, judging by their kind, was not opened even once. Flip through this book is to explore the history of the disease, instituted at Hamilton family. Here the sections, which looked most often: broken bones, cuts, bruises, mumps, measles, aching lower back, scarlet fever, diphtheria, rheumatism, female diseases, hernia, and of course, everything connected with pregnancy and childbirth. Maybe Hamilton was just lucky, and maybe they were people of high morals, but the pages are devoted to syphilis and gonorrhea, are left uncut.

Whatever it was, thirty years before the beginning of the twentieth century he came to the Salinas valley and brought with him from Ireland his wife, a tiny woman with a rigid character, at all, like a chicken, devoid of a sense of humor. She was relentless in his harsh Presbyterian views, and if everyone shared her strict notions of morality, from most of the pleasures of life would not remain wet places.