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The afternoon came down as imperceptibly as age comes down on a happy man.

John Steinbeck, page 65 of Tortilla Flat (via willssingalongblog)

It was curious how soberly they drank that night. It was three hours before they sang even an obscene song.

John Steinbeck, page 211 of Tortilla Flat (via willssingalongblog)

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Tortilla Flat. John Steinbeck. Cover artist Ruth Gannett. Publisher Covici-Friede, 1935. First edition.
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“Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.” ― John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat

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Tortilla Flat. John Steinbeck. Cover artist Ruth Gannett. Publisher Covici-Friede, 1935. First edition.

“Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.” ― John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat

It is a fact verified and recorded in many histories that the soul capable of the greatest good is also capable of the greatest evil. Who is there more impious than a backsliding priest? Who more carnal than a recent virgin?

John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat (via nauticalmiles)

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My favorite paragraph from Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck.

It was purple dusk, that sweet time when the day’s sleeping is over, and the evening of pleasure and conversation has not begun. The pine trees were very black against the sky, and all objects on the ground were obscured with dark; but the sky was as mournfully bright as memory. The gulls flew lazily home to the sea rocks after a day’s visit to the fish canneries of Monterey.

Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck (via bryankrueger)

 

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Steinbeck mural on Alisal, in Salinas.

Two gallons is a great deal of wine, even for two paisanos. Spiritually, the jugs may be graduated thus: Just below the shoulder of the first bottle, serious and concentrated conversation. Two inches farther down, sweet and sad memory. Three inches more, thoughts of old and satisfactory loves. An inch, thoughts of old and bitter loves. Bottom of the first jug, general and undirected sadness. Shoulder of the second jug, black and unholy despondency. Two fingers down, a song of death and longing. A thumb, every other song each one knows. The graduations stop here, for the trail splits and there is no certainty. From this point on anything can happen.

John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat (via smallwhitedove)

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat (via bookmania)

From “Tortilla Flat,” by John Steinbeck

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photo by Jill Clardy


“It is astounding to find that the belly of every black and evil thing is as white as snow. And it is saddening to discover how the concealed parts of angels are leprous.”

No more would Danny break windows now the he had windows of his own to break.

from Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck (via lkhmh)

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat (via andrewbaggott)

It is astounding to find that the belly of black and evil thing is as white as snow. And it is saddening to discover how the concealed parts of angels are leprous.

Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck (via ghosthost)

Out of some deep pouch in his soul Jesus Maria drew kindness that renewed itself by withdrawal.

Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck (via ghosthost)

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