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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