"The women watched the men, watched to see whether the break had come at last. The women stood silently and watched. And where a number of men gathered together, the fear went from their faces, and anger took its place. And the women sighed with relief, for they knew it was all right--the break had not come, and the break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath"--The Grapes of Wrath
Dreamed of living in Ireland.
Dinner was lobster rolls.
Performed Cenerentola. The place smelled of glue. Someone brought apples and oranges.
Finished The Grapes of Wrath. A great novel, though the ending was overdone.
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