#bwessentials

- the break had not come; and the break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.

The people come with nets to fish for patatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the patatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quicklime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a purtefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

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We shall not cease from exploration And at the end of our exploration We will return to where we started And know the place for the first time.