To California or any place—every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness… — John Steinbeck
To California or any place—every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day—the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they'll all walk together, and there'll be a dead terror from it.
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