Lenny’s Monologue

Lennies Monologue Its them syca mores I remember. An the river, runnin deep and green, tinkling jus comparable the way aunt Claras house keys used to when she was out on the porch close to unlock the introductory door. Id hide my swipe in my pocket wheneer I heard them jinglin keys, because Aunt Clara neer liked em rodents hangin around her house. I was a smart boy, I re wholey was. I see the clearing an I know Ive found it, Ive found the safe spot. Georgell perplex lay me here before the irrigate turns black and the sun goes down, hes always been better at directions than me, plus hes got an ol compass nicked from a farmer spine in Weed.Maybe someday Georgell teach it to me. But not soon, he own(prenominal)t going to teach me no compass because he gonna be mad when he finds me. The bush is sticking into me like Im wrapped up in barbed wire. If only I was in a softer bush, a bush made of hair maybe. Like her hair, the girl back at the ranch. She should grow it out and make a drape for me, like Aunt Clara did with sheep wool. Except I know it aint gonna happen because hair dont grow on race who dont breathe. But I didnt mean to do it I jus wanted to touch it, I jus wanted to pet it like I pet my mice.I jus want to pet my mice. The river still tinkles like em keys, an I feel like I should hide my mouse, but I dopet this time. I can buoyt find me my mouse because shes back at the ranch. Shes back there double-dealing on the hay like one o those torn up beanie-dolls, the beans spillin outta her, prolly makin a mess o the barn. You werent so smart this time, Lenny, Aunt Clara couldnt catch you but Georgell. George is cl constantlyer than Aunt Clara, oh, George is cleverer than anyone. Soon he gonna come crashin inta here an he gonna give me hell over an over.He coulda had it so unprovoked without me, he coulda gotten a nice lil place, maybe even a girl. I could go, I coulda gone any time. George, he dont train me like I need him, why, he don need me at tot all(prenominal)y. Here George comes, an he aint yellin, why aint he yellin? I like him yellin because thats the only time he states stories not even at night when I ask him to, jus when hes yellin. I know George. I know he can make me feel as worthless as an empty can o tuna sometimes, but ever time hell tell me he needs me he gonna tell me that I need him, and he needs me.An in the end, he does, he does need me because Im the only one who gives a hoot in hell about im. Thas right Lenny, you aint useless, George needs you. He says hes not mad, he wants you to know that he aint ever been mad bout you. He aint lettin you leave him because we gonna get a forgetful place. He says well have a cow, pigs and chickens, an he hadnt forget about the alfalfa for my rabbits Oh, I can see it now, I can see it right across the river George promises that everbody gonna be nice to me. There aint gonna be no more trouble, oh, George, can we go there now.I jus dont want no more trouble. I j us want it to be me and him, him and me, George and Lenny, Lenny and George, the way it always is. An Ill work harder than I ever worked before, I promise. Why, Ill work all day and all night, an Ill have the strength because well have all the bread and milk we want. Nobody gonna kick us out because it gonna be OUR ranch. Guys like us got no fambly. They usually make a little stake an then they blow it in. They aint got nobody in the worl that gives a hoot in hell about em.But not us. Because I got you, George, an you got me. Messages from the book 1. The Great Depression made life REALLY hard. 2. The American Dream is still what propels everyone forward, in the book its George and Lennies day-dream of their own ranch. 3. Racism is still prominent. 4. Sexism is also still prominent. 5. It is called Of Mice and Men because in the Great Depression there is nothing difference between mice and men, everything is all equally fragile, that everyone is in the same boat, making us feel for these characters.