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"
I
’
m
glad
you
tol
’
me
,
"
said
Casy
.
"
I
used
to
think
it
was
jus
’
me
.
Finally
it
give
me
such
pain
I
quit
an
went
off
by
myself
an
’
give
her
a
damn
good
thinkin
’
about
.
"
He
doubled
up
his
legs
and
scratched
between
his
dry
dusty
toes
.
"
I
says
to
myself
,
’
What
’
s
gnawin
’
you
?
Is
it
the
screwin
’
?
’
An
’
I
says
,
’
No
,
it
’
s
the
sin
.
’
An
’
I
says
,
’
Why
is
it
that
when
a
fella
ought
to
be
just
about
mule
-
ass
proof
against
sin
,
an
’
full
up
of
Jesus
,
why
is
it
that
’
s
the
time
a
fella
gets
fingerin
’
his
pants
buttons
?
’
"
He
laid
two
fingers
down
in
his
palm
in
rhythm
,
as
though
he
gently
placed
each
word
there
side
by
side
.
"
I
says
,
’
Maybe
it
ain
’
t
a
sin
.
Maybe
it
’
s
just
the
way
folks
is
.
Maybe
we
been
whippin
’
the
hell
out
of
ourselves
for
nothin
’
.
’
An
’
I
thought
how
some
sisters
took
to
beatin
’
theirselves
with
a
three
-
foot
shag
of
bobwire
.
An
’
I
thought
how
maybe
they
liked
to
hurt
themselves
,
an
’
maybe
I
liked
to
hurt
myself
.
Well
,
I
was
layin
’
under
a
tree
when
I
figured
that
out
,
and
I
went
to
sleep
.
And
it
come
night
,
an
’
it
was
dark
when
I
come
to
.
They
was
a
coyote
squawkin
’
near
by
.
Before
I
knowed
it
,
I
was
sayin
’
out
loud
,
’
The
hell
with
it
!
There
ain
’
t
no
sin
and
there
ain
’
t
no
virtue
.
There
’
s
just
stuff
people
do
.
It
’
s
all
part
of
the
same
thing
.
And
some
of
the
things
folks
do
is
nice
,
and
some
ain
’
t
nice
,
but
that
’
s
as
far
as
any
man
got
a
right
to
say
.
’
"
He
paused
and
looked
up
from
the
palm
of
his
hand
,
where
he
had
laid
down
the
words
.
Joad
was
grinning
at
him
,
but
Joad
’
s
eyes
were
sharp
and
interested
,
too
.
"
You
give
her
a
goin
’
-
over
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
figured
her
out
.
"
Casy
spoke
again
,
and
his
voice
rang
with
pain
and
confusion
.
"
I
says
,
’
What
’
s
this
call
,
this
sperit
?
’
An
’
I
says
,
’
It
’
s
love
.
I
love
people
so
much
I
’
m
fit
to
bust
,
sometimes
.
’
An
’
I
says
,
’
Don
’
t
you
love
Jesus
?
’
Well
,
I
thought
an
’
thought
,
an
’
finally
I
says
,
’
No
,
I
don
’
t
know
nobody
name
’
Jesus
.
I
know
a
bunch
of
stories
,
but
I
only
love
people
.
An
’
sometimes
I
love
’
em
fit
to
bust
,
an
’
I
want
to
make
’
em
happy
,
so
I
been
preachin
’
somepin
I
thought
would
make
’
em
happy
.
’
An
’
then
—
I
been
talkin
’
a
hell
of
a
lot
.
Maybe
you
wonder
about
me
using
bad
words
.
Well
,
they
ain
’
t
bad
to
me
no
more
.
They
’
re
jus
’
words
folks
use
,
an
’
they
don
’
t
mean
nothing
bad
with
’
em
.
Anyways
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
one
more
thing
I
thought
out
;
an
’
from
a
preacher
it
’
s
the
most
unreligious
thing
,
and
I
can
’
t
be
a
preacher
no
more
because
I
thought
it
an
’
I
believe
it
.
"
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
Joad
asked
.
Casy
looked
shyly
at
him
.
"
If
it
hits
you
wrong
,
don
’
t
take
no
offense
at
it
,
will
you
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
take
no
offense
’
cept
a
bust
in
the
nose
,
"
said
Joad
.
"
What
did
you
figger
?
"
"
I
figgered
about
the
Holy
Sperit
and
the
Jesus
road
.
I
figgered
,
’
Why
do
we
got
to
hang
it
on
God
or
Jesus
?
Maybe
,
’
I
figgered
,
’
maybe
it
’
s
all
men
an
’
all
women
we
love
;
maybe
that
’
s
the
Holy
Sperit
—
the
human
sperit
—
the
whole
shebang
.
Maybe
all
men
got
one
big
soul
ever
’
body
’
s
a
part
of
.
’
Now
I
sat
there
thinkin
’
it
,
an
’
all
of
a
suddent
—
I
knew
it
.
I
knew
it
so
deep
down
that
it
was
true
,
and
I
still
know
it
.
"
Joad
’
s
eyes
dropped
to
the
ground
as
though
he
could
not
meet
the
naked
honesty
in
the
preacher
’
s
eyes
.
"
You
can
’
t
hold
no
church
with
idears
like
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
People
would
drive
you
out
of
the
country
with
idears
like
that
.
Jumpin
’
an
’
yellin
’
.
That
’
s
what
folks
like
.
Makes
’
em
feel
swell
.
When
Granma
got
to
talkin
’
in
tongues
,
you
couldn
’
t
tie
her
down
.
She
could
knock
over
a
full
-
growed
deacon
with
her
fist
.
"
