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           Anyways,I’lltellyouonemorethingIthoughtout;an’fromapreacherit’sthemostunreligiousthing,andIcan’tbeapreachernomorebecauseIthoughtitan’Ibelieveit."

           "What’sthat?"Joadasked.

           Casylookedshylyathim."Ifithitsyouwrong,don’ttakenooffenseatit,willyou?"

           "Idon’ttakenooffense’ceptabustinthenose,"saidJoad."Whatdidyoufigger?"

           "IfiggeredabouttheHolySperitandtheJesusroad.Ifiggered,’WhydowegottohangitonGodorJesus?Maybe,’Ifiggered,’maybeit’sallmenan’allwomenwelove;maybethat’stheHolySperit—thehumansperit—thewholeshebang.Maybeallmengotonebigsoulever’body’sapartof.’NowIsattherethinkin’it,an’allofasuddent—Iknewit.Iknewitsodeepdownthatitwastrue,andIstillknowit."

           Joad’seyesdroppedtothegroundasthoughhecouldnotmeetthenakedhonestyinthepreacher’seyes."Youcan’tholdnochurchwithidearslikethat,"hesaid."Peoplewoulddriveyououtofthecountrywithidearslikethat.Jumpin’an’yellin’.That’swhatfolkslike.Makes’emfeelswell.WhenGranmagottotalkin’intongues,youcouldn’ttieherdown.Shecouldknockoverafull-groweddeaconwithherfist."

           Casyregardedhimbroodingly."SomepinIliketoastyou,"hesaid."Somepinthatbeeneatin’onme."

           "Goahead.I’lltalk,sometimes."

           "Well"—thepreachersaidslowly—"here’syouthatIbaptizedrightwhenIwasinthegloryroof-tree.