Besides, none of the characters would know the word, so why would you use it to describe them? What are you, better than your subject? I think the point Steinbeck constantly makes is - no, you're not. They don't need a $2 word every couple paragraphs, they need maybe three per book. Simple construction - departing every so often to show off that yes, they know EXACTLY what they're describing - for the most part just recording the story as they would an event that really happened. This is what I run into every time I read Steinbeck. A substantive story, containing meaning and moral, simply told IS great literature. Here's my opinion: Using flowery prose to add weight and impart meaning on a vaporous story is not great literature. I despise the idea that he (like hemmingway for that matter) is sometimes considered a "simple" writer. The big brown butterflies came to the rose and sat on the flowers and waved their wings slowly, as though they pumped honey out by wing power.I learned from this book that I continue to love Steinbeck. Anyone having a good thing to tell saved it for recounting at this time. They sat in judgment on their fellows, judging not for morals, but for interest. This was one of the best of times for the friends of Danny. The rose of Castile perfumed the world with its flowers. And it was an unusual adventure from which no moral lesson could be drawn. Ordinarily their thoughts went first to Cornelia Ruiz, for it was a rare day and night during which Cornelia had not some curious and interesting adventure. Then roofs were lifted, houses peered into, motives inspected, adventures recounted. From this time until well after noon, intellectual comradeship came into being. Discussion began slowly, for each man treasured the little sleep he still possessed. Life took shape about them, the shape of yesterday and of tomorrow. The flaming flies made halos about their heads. They built a fire and boiled some tea and drank it from the fruit jars, and at last they settled in the sun on the front porch. Down into the gulch they trudged, still only half awake. No, they arose from slumber as gently as a soap bubble floats out from its pipe. “They did not awaken quickly, nor fling about nor shock their systems with any sudden movement.
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