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Chapter 4
An’Ithoughthowmaybetheylikedtohurtthemselves,an’maybeIlikedtohurtmyself.Well,Iwaslayin’underatreewhenIfiguredthatout,andIwenttosleep.Anditcomenight,an’itwasdarkwhenIcometo.Theywasacoyotesquawkin’nearby.BeforeIknowedit,Iwassayin’outloud,’Thehellwithit!Thereain’tnosinandthereain’tnovirtue.There’sjuststuffpeopledo.It’sallpartofthesamething.Andsomeofthethingsfolksdoisnice,andsomeain’tnice,butthat’sasfarasanymangotarighttosay.’"Hepausedandlookedupfromthepalmofhishand,wherehehadlaiddownthewords.
Joadwasgrinningathim,butJoad’seyesweresharpandinterested,too."Yougiveheragoin’-over,"hesaid."Youfiguredherout."
Casyspokeagain,andhisvoicerangwithpainandconfusion."Isays,’What’sthiscall,thissperit?’An’Isays,’It’slove.IlovepeoplesomuchI’mfittobust,sometimes.’An’Isays,’Don’tyouloveJesus?’Well,Ithoughtan’thought,an’finallyIsays,’No,Idon’tknownobodyname’Jesus.Iknowabunchofstories,butIonlylovepeople.An’sometimesIlove’emfittobust,an’Iwanttomake’emhappy,soIbeenpreachin’somepinIthoughtwouldmake’emhappy.’An’then—Ibeentalkin’ahellofalot.Maybeyouwonderaboutmeusingbadwords.Well,theyain’tbadtomenomore.They’rejus’wordsfolksuse,an’theydon’tmeannothingbadwith’em.
