LITCS 111
Teaching Associate: Patrick Mooney
Bldg. 494, room 160B
Spring 2016
Sitting on two of the backless stools at the counter, [...](174–75, ch. 8).[...] And the dinner there is cheap.
She covered herself, sitting on the bed, still, down-looking. [...](192; ch. 8)[...] For sweet Jesus.
The horse was not even trotting now, [...] dappled by moonshadows.(210; ch. 9)
Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets. [...] go on now get out of here(220–21; very beginning of ch. 10)
The whiskey did away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. [...] and then told them he was a negro.(223–24; ch. 10)
(247–48; ch. 10)Another damn black Burden,he said. [...][...] In a hundred years they will be white folks again.
(248; ch. 10)His name was Calvin, like grandpa's, and he was as big as grandpa [...][...] over a question of negro voting.