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of my real loves. God knows how | of my real loves. God knows how hungry he was and how, more than almost any man I know of, he saw the | ||
need of love as an interical [[integral?]] part of work. | need of love as an interical [[integral?]] part of work. | ||
It has been a queer winter for me. I have stayed here and have made no money. I think, more than ever perhaps | It has been a queer winter for me. I have stayed here and have made no money. I think, more than ever perhaps | ||
in my life, I have felt my own ineffectualness. Eleanor Copenhaver has been partly responsible. She stirred up | in my life, I have felt my own ineffectualness. Eleanor Copenhaver has been partly responsible. She stirred up | ||
in me the desire to go where working men | in me the desire to go where working men were. | ||
Going has, I think, made me feel my middle classness. That - perhaps is the real reason I wanted to sell out at the farm. | Going has, I think, made me feel my middle classness. That - perhaps is the real reason I wanted to sell out at the farm. | ||
It has seemed to me, that as so many had to be poor | It has seemed to me, that as so many had to be poor, I'd much rather be poor | ||
Latest revision as of 04:09, 12 July 2022
4 of my real loves. God knows how hungry he was and how, more than almost any man I know of, he saw the need of love as an interical integral? part of work.
It has been a queer winter for me. I have stayed here and have made no money. I think, more than ever perhaps
in my life, I have felt my own ineffectualness. Eleanor Copenhaver has been partly responsible. She stirred up in me the desire to go where working men were.
Going has, I think, made me feel my middle classness. That - perhaps is the real reason I wanted to sell out at the farm.
It has seemed to me, that as so many had to be poor, I'd much rather be poor