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«
I
’
ll
tell
you
anything
.
I
ain
’
t
hidin
’
nothin
’
.
»
«
Now
don
’
t
get
sore
.
I
just
like
to
notice
things
.
Makes
the
time
pass
.
»
«
I
’
ll
tell
you
anything
.
Name
’
s
Joad
,
Tom
Joad
.
Old
man
is
ol
’
Tom
Joad
.
»
His
eyes
rested
broodingly
on
the
driver
.
«
Don
’
t
get
sore
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
nothin
’
.
»
«
I
don
’
t
mean
nothin
’
neither
,
"
said
Joad
.
«
I
’
m
just
tryin
’
to
get
along
without
shovin
’
nobody
around
.
»
He
stopped
and
looked
out
at
the
dry
fields
,
at
the
starved
tree
clumps
hanging
uneasily
in
the
heated
distance
.
From
his
side
pocket
he
brought
out
his
tobacco
and
papers
.
He
rolled
his
cigarette
down
between
his
knees
,
where
the
wind
could
not
get
at
it
.
The
driver
chewed
as
rhythmically
,
as
thoughtfully
,
as
a
cow
.
He
waited
to
let
the
whole
emphasis
of
the
preceding
passage
disappear
and
be
forgotten
.
At
last
,
when
the
air
seemed
neutral
again
,
he
said
,
«
A
guy
that
never
been
a
truck
skinner
don
’
t
know
nothin
’
what
it
’
s
like
.
Owners
don
’
t
want
us
to
pick
up
nobody
.
So
we
got
to
set
here
an
’
just
skin
her
along
’
less
we
want
to
take
a
chance
of
gettin
’
fired
like
I
just
done
with
you
.
»
«
’
Preciate
it
,
"
said
Joad
.
«
I
’
ve
knew
guys
that
done
screwy
things
while
they
’
re
drivin
’
trucks
.
I
remember
a
guy
use
’
to
make
up
poetry
.
It
passed
the
time
.
»
He
looked
over
secretly
to
see
whether
Joad
was
interested
or
amazed
.
Joad
was
silent
,
looking
into
the
distance
ahead
,
along
the
road
,
along
the
white
road
that
waved
gently
,
like
a
ground
swell
.
The
driver
went
on
at
last
,
«
I
remember
a
piece
of
poetry
this
here
guy
wrote
down
.
It
was
about
him
an
’
a
couple
of
other
guys
goin
’
all
over
the
world
drinkin
’
and
raisin
’
hell
and
screwin
’
around
.
I
wisht
I
could
remember
how
that
piece
went
.
This
guy
had
words
in
it
that
Jesus
H
.
Christ
wouldn
’
t
know
what
they
meant
.
Part
was
like
this
:
‘
An
’
there
we
spied
a
nigger
,
with
a
trigger
that
was
bigger
than
a
elephant
’
s
proboscis
or
the
whanger
of
a
whale
.
’
That
proboscis
is
a
nose
-
like
.
With
a
elephant
it
’
s
his
trunk
.
Guy
showed
me
a
dictionary
.
Carried
that
dictionary
all
over
hell
with
him
.
He
’
d
look
in
it
while
he
’
s
pulled
up
gettin
’
his
pie
an
’
coffee
.
»
He
stopped
,
feeling
lonely
in
the
long
speech
.
His
secret
eyes
turned
on
his
passenger
.
Joad
remained
silent
.
Nervously
the
driver
tried
to
force
him
into
participation
.
«
Ever
know
a
guy
that
said
big
words
like
that
?
»
«
Preacher
,
"
said
Joad
.
«
Well
,
it
makes
you
mad
to
hear
a
guy
use
big
words
.
’
Course
with
a
preacher
it
’
s
all
right
because
nobody
would
fool
around
with
a
preacher
anyway
.
But
this
guy
was
funny
.
You
didn
’
t
give
a
damn
when
he
said
a
big
word
’
cause
he
just
done
it
for
ducks
.
He
wasn
’
t
puttin
’
on
no
dog
.
»
The
driver
was
reassured
.
He
knew
at
least
that
Joad
was
listening
.
He
swung
the
great
truck
viciously
around
a
bend
and
the
tires
shrilled
.
«
Like
I
was
sayin
’
,
"
he
continued
,
«
guy
that
drives
a
truck
does
screwy
things
.
He
got
to
.
He
’
d
go
nuts
just
settin
’
here
an
’
the
road
sneakin
’
under
the
wheels
.
Fella
says
once
that
truck
skinners
eats
all
the
time
—
all
the
time
in
hamburger
joints
along
the
road
.
»
