The Grapes of Wrath Page #4

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CASY:

But you wasn't a preacher. A girl

was just a girl to you. But to me

they was holy vessels. I was savin'

their souls.

(Fervently)

I ast myself--what *is* this call,

the Holy Sperit? Maybe *that's* love.

Why, I love everybody so much I'm

fit to bust sometimes! So maybe

there ain't no sin an' there ain't

no virtue. There's just what people

do. Some things folks do is nice,

and some ain't so nice. But that's

as far as any man's got a right to

say.

TOM:

(after a moment,

figuring there is no

percentage in

continuing this

philosophical

discussion, pulls

out a flask, which

he extends)

Have a little snort?

CASY:

(holding the flask)

Course I'll say grace if somebody

sets out the food--

(shaking his head)

--but my heart ain't in it.

(He takes a long pull)

Nice drinkin' liquor.

TOM:

Ought to be. That's fact'ry liquor.

Cost me a buck.

CASY:

(handing back the

flask)

Been out travelin' around?

TOM:

Didn't you hear? It was in the papers.

CASY:

No, I never. What?

TOM:

I been in the penitentiary for four

years.

(He drinks)

CASY:

Excuse me for asking.

TOM:

I don't mind any more. I'd do what I

done again. I killed a guy at a dance.

We was drunk. He got a knife in me

and I laid him out with a shovel.

Knocked his head plumb to squash.

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