Well, take it-all junk-and... «The Grapes of Wrath: Upper Level»
leila_i20 декабря 2017Well, take it-all junk-and give me five dollars. You're not buying only junk, you're buying junked lives. And more-you'll see-you're buying bitterness. Buying a plow to plow your own children under, buying the arms and spirits that might have saved you. Five dollars, not four. I can't haul 'em back-Well, take 'em for four. But I warn you, you're buying what will plow your own children under. And you won't see. You can't see. Take 'em for four. Now, what'll you give for the team and wagon? How much? Ten dollars? For both? And the wagon-Oh, Jesus Christ! I'd shoot 'em for dog feed first. Oh, take 'em! Take 'em quick, mister. There's a premium goes with this pile of junk and the bay horses-so beautiful-a packet of bitterness to grow in your house and to flower, some day. We could have saved you, but you cut us down, and soon you will be cut down and there'll be none of us to save you
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