“I don’t know what I’d do without that crack in the wall,” Tom said. “I reckon I’d just dry up and die away. I’d be that sad about it. I come down here and sit and look, and I don’t see nothing you can’t see better from the outside, but that don’t make a bit of difference. It’s sitting there looking through the crack at the trees all day long that sort of gets me. I don’t know what it is, and it might not be nothing at all when you figure it out. But it’s not the knowing about it, anyway—it’s just the sitting there and looking through it that sort of makes me feel like heaven can’t be so doggone far away.” If you havent already, check out Erskine Caldwells satirical novel, Journeyman:
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