Lenny’s Monologue

Lennies Monologue Its them sycamores I remember. An the river, runnin deep and green, tinkling jus the analogous the way auntie Claras crime syndicate keys used to when she was prohibited on the porch just intimately to unlock the front door. Id hide my mouse in my pouch wheneer I heard them jinglin keys, because Aunt Clara neer bidd em rodents hangin around her house. I was a in specialiseectual boy, I really was. I att own(prenominal) the clearing an I cheat Ive found it, Ive found the upright spot. Georgell come get me here ahead the water turns black and the sun goes down, hes always been better at directions than me, plus hes got an ol range nicked from a farmer linchpin in Weed.Maybe some daylight Georgell teach it to me. But not soon, he aint spill to teach me no compass because he gonna be sick when he finds me. The scouring is sticking into me like Im wrapped up in prickly wire. If only I was in a softer bush, a bush made of blur maybe. Like her hair, th e girl back at the ranch. She should grow it out and make a blanket for me, like Aunt Clara did with sheep wool. pull I know it aint gonna happen because hair begettert grow on people who wearyt breathe. But I didnt mean to do it I jus indispensablenessed to touch it, I jus penuryed to court it like I pet my mice.I jus extremity to pet my mice. The river still tinkles like em keys, an I smacking like I should hide my mouse, plainly I great dealt this time. I cant find me my mouse because shes back at the ranch. Shes back thither lying on the hay like matchless o those torn up beanie-dolls, the beans spillin outta her, prolly makin a mess o the barn. You werent so smart this time, Lenny, Aunt Clara couldnt catch you but Georgell. George is cleverer than Aunt Clara, oh, George is cleverer than anyone. soon he gonna come crashin inta here an he gonna give me the pits over an over.He coulda had it so easy without me, he coulda gotten a clear lil place, maybe even a girl. I could go, I coulda gone any time. George, he dont requirement me like I need him, why, he don need me at all. Here George comes, an he aint yellin, why aint he yellin? I like him yellin because thats the only time he signalizes stories not even at iniquity when I ask him to, jus when hes yellin. I know George. I know he can make me feel as worthless as an abandon can o tuna sometimes, but ever time hell tell me he unavoidably me he gonna tell me that I need him, and he needs me.An in the end, he does, he does need me because Im the only one who gives a hoot in hell about im. Thas right Lenny, you aint useless, George needs you. He says hes not mad, he wants you to know that he aint ever been mad bout you. He aint lettin you leave him because we gonna get a brusk place. He says well have a cow, pigs and chickens, an he hadnt forget about the lucerne for my rabbits Oh, I can see it now, I can see it right crossways the river George promises that everbody gonna be sensitive to me. There aint gonna be no more trouble, oh, George, can we go there now.I jus dont want no more trouble. I jus want it to be me and him, him and me, George and Lenny, Lenny and George, the way it always is. An Ill work harder than I ever worked before, I promise. Why, Ill work all day and all night, an Ill have the aptitude because well have all the bread and draw we want. Nobody gonna kick us out because it gonna be OUR ranch. Guys like us got no fambly. They usually make a elflike stake an then they blow it in. They aint got nobody in the worl that gives a hoot in hell about em.But not us. Because I got you, George, an you got me. Messages from the book 1. The extensive Depression made life in truth hard. 2. The American Dream is still what propels everyone forward, in the book its George and Lennies mint of their own ranch. 3. Racism is still prominent. 4. Sexism is in like manner still prominent. 5. It is called Of Mice and Men because in the peachy Depression there is nothing balance between mice and men, everything is all equally fragile, that everyone is in the same boat, making us feel for these characters.