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Chapter 6
Youwasasmart-aleckkid,an’you’restillasmartaleck.Youain’ttellin’mehowtoskinmylife,byanychancet?"
Joadgrinned."No,Iain’t.Ifyouwantadriveyourheadintoapileabrokenglass,thereain’tnobodycantellyoudifferent.Youknowthisherepreacher,don’tyou,Muley?Rev.Casy."
"Why,sure,sure.Didn’tlookover.Rememberhimwell."Casystoodupandthetwoshookhands."Gladtoseeyouagain,"saidMuley."Youain’tbeenaroun’forahellofalongtime."
"Ibeenoffa-askin’questions,"saidCasy."Whathappenedhere?Whytheykickin’folksoffthelan’?"
Muley’smouthsnappedshutsotightlythatalittleparrot’sbeakinthemiddleofhisupperlipstuckdownoverhisunderlip.Hescowled."Themsons-a-bitches,"hesaid."Themdirtysons-a-bitches.Itellya,men,I’mstayin’.Theyain’tgettin’ridame.Iftheythrowmeoff,I’llcomeback,an’iftheyfiggerI’llbequietunderground,why,I’lltakecouple-threeofthesons-a-bitchesalongforcompany."Hepattedaheavyweightinhissidecoatpocket."Iain’ta-goin’.Mypacomeherefiftyyearsago.An’Iain’ta-goin’."
Joadsaid,"What’stheidearofkickin’thefolksoff?"
"Oh!Theytalkedprettyaboutit.Youknowwhatkindayearswebeenhavin’.Dustcomin’upan’spoilin’ever’thingsoamandidn’tgetenoughcroptoplugupanant’sass.An’ever’bodygotbillsatthegrocery.Youknowhowitis.
