“What could he do with it if he had it?” Jones asked. “There wouldn’t be no fun in that.”
John Steinbeck can do anything he pleases and still keep on making me fall in love with his novels over and over again. In this case he writes about what he knows best and boy is it beautiful. I ended up knowing Cannery Row (the town, that is) like the palm of my hand. Steinbeck adventures the reader in an intricate and resourceful narration that covers the main story beautifully while still emphasizing symbolism. The characters are all differ from each other but they seem to be connected down to their core. They each share the struggle and the hardship that clubs Cannery Row. Hardship is expressed in this novel as a cyclic phenomenon, one that sways itself betwixt everything and everyone. How everyone faces this congenic pathology, is for one to decide but life helps us break it down into two paths, good and evil. A man can either come out of darkness as a noble man or as a scoundrel, but that's for him to decide but as Steinbeck declares, the evil path is the easiest and proliferative.It should be for everyone to understand that each and every one of us is born with a natural talent. Everyone is adroit at something and everyone exploits something. The boulders of nature are relentless and they show themselves easily. They are inexorable because they seem to withhold the drive towards life that pours from ourselves and they are sometimes heavier for one to carry on his shoulders. Anxiety possesses every faculty that contrives in the construction of the human integrity and finally declares independency over everything that is ours. "It behooves oneself to keep his wits" because this burden can be so lethal that it can even end up destroying even the strongest man alive. The adroit ways of instinct search for light in the fog so that the puppet can take hold of the strings that bind him and use them to stand proud. But what if everything that makes someone skillful and witty is withheld by his master? It would be easy to stand up and to exploit our talents but sometimes we just don't want to. The voluntary action of hiding our faculties is nobler.
"In a time when people tear themselves to pieces with ambition and nervousness and covetousness, they are relaxed."
When the conscience is not burdened by hustle it is set free for it to appreciate the wonders of life. The savoring of the holy wine poured in the golden chalice is finally permitted and finally appreciated. Just for once I have finally embraced and contemplated the white blinding gleam of light pouring from my girl. Her horizon and her magnanimity have irrupted in my conscience. I'm full of celebration, I'm finally feeling appreciated, I'm ready to throw away the inscrutable, needless and insignificant dough that disconnects me from my girl. I can finally drown myself into obnubilation, prepare myself for eternity as hardship comes towards my way. But that's fine, I will wait and keep destroying my liver drinking her opulence.
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