Musical people are so absurdly unreasonable. They always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be absolutely deaf. 

Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air - moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh - felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.

I expect he did it awkwardly, but awkwardness in men was a sign of sincerity then.

I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

Written By John Steinbeck

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