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Diciembre 26, 2009
It's Arcadia.
Zech toyed with his food, and finally he turned to Frog and said, "You been around more places than me, Frog, what with all them trips you've taken after drives and when we don't have much to do. What's the roughest town there is, with the meanest men you can find anywhere?"
"There ain't no doubt about that one," Frog mumbled, his mouth full of roast beef. "It's Arcadia. That's the wildest place this side of hell. They's about fifty fights a day there, and as many as four killin's 'ween sunup and sundown. Last time I was there some fellows whupped the stew outen me just 'cause they didn't like the cut of my britches."
Posted by sarita at 5:07 PM
Diciembre 4, 2009
There is always something left to love.
There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing. Have you cried for that boy today? I don't mean for yourself and for the family 'cause we lost the money. I mean for him; what he's been through and what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most; when they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning -- because that ain't the time at all. It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in hisself 'cause the world done whipped him so. When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.
-A Raisin in the Sun
Posted by sarita at 12:47 PM