Subject: apathy

From: "Ned Peck" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 04:32:07 +0300

Helen returned in a very few minutes with a kettle of hot water, aglass, and a box of soda.
The trouble with you, said Luke, is that you have no appreciationfor whats been done for you.
He glanced athis brother quickly and grinned, with a shy charm of rareconfession. If one spoke to every one,one was democratic; if one did not, one was a snob, and got fewvotes. They were touched with the old bitter shame: they dared not look atone another. I thought I was coming to see a sick man!
Or let melook upon the living face of darkness; let me hear the terriblesentence of your voice. Im sorry for what I did the other night and now.
He had left the town early in theautumn, after his return from Baltimore. When brother strikesbrother, it seems that the smash-up has come. My crime theother night was not in getting drunk, but in getting drunk withoutany money of my own.
The time draws near the birth of Christ, said he, piously.
I have only been here three months, said Ben, resting in bed onhis elbow and smoking a cigarette. Son, said Eliza gravely, balancing her wine-glass, I dont wantyou ever to acquire a taste for it. Weve runout of honor to-day, but we have a nice fresh lot of self-respect. Everythings been done for you, andyou havent sense enough to appreciate it. This is a great moral issue, thought Eugene. Then a divine paralysis crept through his flesh.
I give thanks for thelove and mercy that kneaded me over the washtub the day before mybirth.
She poured him out a stiff draught of Scotch whiskey. But as usual, God was on the side of the greatest number ofcanons, said Eugene.
Gant, said she, writhing her loose gray lips horribly beforeshe could speak. Dont talk back to me, you little fool, or Ill bat your brainsout.
It would be a terrible thing if you let whiskey get thebest of you.
Why do you always actlike God Almighty, he continued with rankling bitterness.