Poets are masters of us ordinary men, in knowledge of the mind, because they drink at streams which we have not yet made accessible to science.

I could only get on at all by taking "nature" into my confidence and my account, by treating my monstrous ordeal as a push in a direction unusual, of course, and unpleasant, but demanding, after all, for a fair front, only another turn of the screw of ordinary human virtue.

I am - and have always been - a Methodist.

They watch the girls with level goat-eyes and make disparaging remarks to one another while their insides whimper with longing. In

Written By John Steinbeck

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