East of Eden, by John Steinbeck

March 22, 2010

I want to say – I want to say – I mean, I never understood – well, why our father did it.  I mean, why didn’t he like that knife I bought for him on his birthday.  Why didn’t he?  It was a good knife and he needed a good knife.  If he had used it or even honed it, or took it out of his pocket and looked at it – that’s all he had to do.

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