There is this place of insanity that lives deep inside everyone.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

SUSAN AND PEARL and I were in bed together. I loved Pearl, but my preference had always been a ménage à deux. “At least she wasn’t in here during,” I said to Susan.

Bleedin' like a son-of-a-bitch," he said. "Well, I can stop that." He urinated on the ground, picked up a handful of the resulting mud, and plastered it over the wound.

Written By John Steinbeck

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