Tortilla Flat
“In the morning when the sun was up clear of the pine trees, when the blue bay rippled and sparkled below them, they arose slowly and thoughtfully from their beds.It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.[20] Pablo and Pilon in their blue jeans and blue shirts walked in comradeship into the gul...ch behind the house, and after a little time they returned to sit in the sun on the front porch, to listen to the fish horns on the streets of Monterey, to discuss in wandering, sleepy tones the doings of Tortilla Flat; for there are a thousand climaxes on Tortilla Flat for every day the world wheels through.They were at peace there on the porch. Only their toes wriggled on the warm boards when the flies landed on them.“If all the dew were diamonds,” Pablo said, “we would be very rich. We would be drunk all our lives.”But Pilon, on whom the curse of realism lay uneasily, added, “Everybody would have too many diamonds.MoreLess
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