Of Mice and Guy Excerpt
Matt Jarrett p. 6 Author Excerpt “Lennie!” he stated sharply. “Lennie, for God’ sakes don’t drink a lot.” Lennie continued to snort into the pool. The little male leaned over and shook him by the shoulder. “Lennie. You gon na be ill like you was last night.” Lennie dipped his whole head under, hat and all, and after that he stayed up on the bank and his hat leaked down on his blue coat and diminished his back. “That’s excellent,” he stated. “You drink some, George. You take an excellent huge beverage. He smiled happily. George unslung his bindle and dropped it carefully on the bank. “I ain’t sure it’s great water,” he said. “Looks kinda scummy.” Lennie dabbled his big paw in the water and wiggled his fingers so the water emerged in little splashes; rings broadened throughout the swimming pool to the opposite and came back once again. Lennie viewed them go. “Look, George. Look what I done.” George knelt next to the swimming pool and drank from his hand with fast scoops. Tastes all right,” he confessed. “Don’t really appear to be running, though. You never oughta drink water when it ain’t running, Lennie,” he said hopelessly. “You ‘d consume out of a seamless gutter if you was thirsty.” He tossed a scoop of water into his face and rubbed it about with his hand, under his chin and around the back of his neck. Then he changed his hat, pressed himself back from the river, prepared his knees and accepted them. Lennie, who had actually been viewing, mimicked George precisely.
He pressed himself back, drew up his knees, welcomed them, examined to George to see whether he had it ideal. He pulled his hat down a little bit more over his eyes, the method George’s hat was. George stared morosely at the water. The rims of his eyes were red with sun glare. He said angrily, “We could simply as well of rode clear to the ranch if that bastard bus driver knew what he was talkin’ about. ‘Jes’ a little stretch down the highway,’ he states. ‘Jes’ a little stretch. God damn near 4 miles, that’s what it was! Didn’t wanta stop at the ranch gate, that’s what. Too God damn lazy to bring up. Wonder he isn’t too damn excellent to stop in Soledad at all. Kicks us out and states ‘Jes’ a little stretch down the roadway.’ I wager it was more than 4 miles. Damn hot day.” Lennie looked timidly over to him. “George?” “Yeah, what ya desire?” “Where we goin’, George? The little man jerked down the brim of his hat and frowned over at Lennie. “So you forgot that awready, did you? I got ta inform you again, do I? Jesus Christ, you’re a crazy bastard!” “I forgot,” Lennie said softly. “I tried not to forget. Truthful to God I did, George.” I chose this excerpt because presents George and Lennie’s relationship which is the most essential aspect of his book.