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M O N S T E R  "I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit-the human sperit— the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent— I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it."—John Steinbeck, **Grapes of Wrath**

"It’s our land. We measured it and broke it up… Even if it’s no good, it’s still ours. That’s what makes it ours—being born on it, working it, dying on it.”

 "I got thinkin’ how we was holy when we was one thing, an’ mankin’ was holy when it was one thing. An’ it on’y got unholy when one mis’able little fella got the bit in his teeth an’ run off his own way, kickin’ an’ draggin’ an’ fightin’. Fella like that bust the holi-ness. But when they’re all workin’ together, not one fella for another fella, but one fella kind of harnessed to the whole shebang—that’s right, that’s holy."