Mice And Men George Quotes

I can still tend the rabbits, George? I didn't mean no harm, George.

I ought to of shot that dog myself, George. I shouldn't ought to of let no stranger shoot my dog.

George's voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as though he had said them many times before. 'Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

I seen it over an' over—a guy talkin' to another guy and it don't make no difference if he don't hear or understand. The thing is, they're talkin', or they're settin' still not talkin'. It don't make no difference, no difference. [...] George can tell you screwy things, and it don't matter. It's just the talking. It's just bein' with another guy. That's all.

Yeah,” said George. “I’ll come. But listen, Curley. The poor bastard’s nuts. Don’t shoot ‘im. He di’n’t know what he was doin’.

Lennie rolled off the bunk and stood up, and the two of them started for the door. Just as they reached it, Curley bounced in. "You seen a girl around here?" he demanded angrily. George said coldly, "'Bout half an hour ago maybe." "Well, what the hell was she doin'?" George stood still, watching the angry little man. He said insultingly, "She said--she was lookin' for you." Curley seemed really to see George for the first time. His eyes flashed over George, took in his height, measured his reach, looked at his trim middle. "Well, which way'd she go?" he demanded at last. "I dunno," said George. "I didn't watch her go." Curley scowled at him, and turning, hurried out the door. George said, "Ya know, Lennie, I'm scared I'm gonna tangle with that bastard myself. I hate his guts. Jesus Christ! Come on. There won't be a damn thing left to eat.

He ain’t no cuckoo,” said George. “He’s dumb as hell, but he ain’t crazy. An’ I ain’t so bright neither, or I wouldn’t be buckin’ barley for my fifty and found.

But George sat stiffly on the bank and looked at his right hand that had thrown the gun away. The group burst into the clearing, and Curley was ahead. He saw Lennie lying on the sand. “Got him, by God.” He went over and looked down at Lennie, and then he looked back at George. “Right in the back of the head,” he said softly. Slim came directly to George and sat down beside him, sat very close to him. “Never you mind,” said Slim. “A guy got to sometimes.” But Carlson was standing over George. “How’d you do it?” he asked. “I just done it,” George said tiredly.

Slim, "Buna mecburdun George," dedi. "Başka hiçbir çaren yoktu. Hadi gel benimle." George'u kolundan tutup anayola çıkan patikaya doğru götürdü. Curley ile Carlson onların arkasından baktılar. Carlson "Yahu," dedi, "nedir bu heriflerin derdi?

George si alzò in piedi. «Ce la faremo,» disse. «Prenderemo quella casetta e andremo a viverci.» Tornò a sedersi. I tre stettero queti, tutti imbambolati nel portento della cosa, ciascuno lanciato nel futuro dove la cosa tanto bella si sarebbe avverata.

George stood up. "We'll do her," he said, "We'll fix up that little old place an' we'll go live there." He sat down again. They all sat still, all bemused by the beauty of the thing, each mind was popped into the future when this lovely thing should come about.

George’s voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as though he had said them many times before. “Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don’t belong no place. They come to a ranch an’ work up a stake and then they go inta town and blow their stake, and the first thing you know they’re poundin’ their tail on some other ranch. They ain’t got nothing to look ahead to.” Lennie was delighted. “That’s it—that’s it.

Crooks disse con dolcezza: «Probabilmente adesso capite. Voi avete George. E sapete che ritornerà. Supponete di non avere nessuno. Supponete di non potere entrare nel dormitorio e giocare alle carte solo perché siete nero. Che cosa direste allora? Supponete di essere costretto a stare seduto qui leggendo libri. I libri non servono a niente. A un uomo occorre qualcuno… che gli stia accanto.» Gemette: «Un uomo ammattisce se non ha qualcuno. Non importa chi è con lui, purché ci sia. Vi so dire,» esclamò, «vi so dire che si sta così soli che ci si ammala.»

Crooks disse con dolcezza: «Probabilmente adesso capite. Voi avete George. E sapete che ritornerà. Supponete di non avere nessuno. Supponete di non potere entrare nel dormitorio e giocare alle carte solo perché siete nero. Che cosa direste allora? Supponete di essere costretto a stare seduto qui leggendo libri. I libri non servono a niente. A un uomo occorre qualcuno… che gli stia accanto.» Gemette: «Un uomo ammattisce se non ha qualcuno. Non importa chi è con lui, purché ci sia. Vi so dire,» esclamò, «vi so dire che si sta così soli che ci si ammala.»

Disse Crooks: «Io non volevo farvi paura. George tornerà. Io parlavo di me. Un uomo passa la sera qui solo, seduto: magari legge dei libri o pensa o altro. Qualche volta pensa e non ha niente che possa dirgli se una cosa è o non è come lui crede. Magari, se vede qualcosa, non sa dire se ha ragione o se sbaglia. Non può rivolgersi a qualcuno e domandargli se vede anche lui la stessa cosa. Non può mai dire. Non ha niente per regolarsi. Io qui ho veduto delle cose. Non avevo bevuto. Non so se dormivo. Se con me ci fosse stato qualcuno, poteva dirmi se dormivo e sarebbe andato tutto bene. Io invece non so.»

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No,” said George. “No, Lennie. I ain’t mad. I never been mad, an’ I ain’t now. That’s a thing I want ya to know.

He ain’t no cuckoo,” said George. “He’s dumb as hell, but he ain’t crazy. An’ I ain’t so bright neither, or I wouldn’t be buckin’ barley for my fifty and found. If I was bright, if I was even a little bit smart, I’d have my own little place, an’ I’d be bringin’ in my own crops, ’stead of doin’ all the work and not getting what comes up outta the ground.

They fell into a silence. They looked at one another, amazed. This thing they had never really believed in was coming true. George said reverently, “Jesus Christ! I bet we could swing her.” His eyes were full of wonder. “I bet we could swing her,” he repeated softly.

Slim looked through George and beyond him. “Ain’t many guys travel around together,” he mused. “I don’t know why. Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

God, you’re a lot of trouble,” said George. “I could get along so easy and so nice if I didn’t have you on my tail. I could live so easy and maybe have a girl.

Ja nemam nikoga svoga, reče George. Viđao sam momke što sami lutaju po posjedima. Ne valja to. Nemaju nikakva veselja. Nakon duljeg vremena postaju zli. Neprestano traže gdje bi se pobili.

George uzdahnu. - Milija je meni obična javna kuća - reče. - Tamo čovjek može ući i napiti se i istjerati sve iz sebe odjednom, a bez neprilika. I zna koliko će ga stajati. A ovo ti je meka za zatvor, to ti je klopka za buturnicu.

The swamper warmed to his gossip. “You seen that glove on his left hand?” “Yeah. I seen it.” “Well, that glove’s fulla vaseline.” “Vaseline? What the hell for?” “Well, I tell ya what—Curley says he’s keepin’ that hand soft for his wife.” George studied the cards absorbedly. “That’s a dirty thing to tell around,” he said.

Some men called them Lenny and George, referring to the Steinbeck characters in Of Mice and Men. There might be some truth to it—Cal was big and impossibly strong—but where Lenny had a gentleness, Cal had none. He was a rock, both physically and emotionally. He could indeed kill a rabbit by petting it, but he wouldn’t care much. But

George sighed. “You give me a good whore house every time,” he said. “A guy can go in an’ get drunk and get ever’thing outta his system all at once, an’ no messes. And he knows how much it’s gonna set him back. These here jail baits is just set on the trigger of the hoosegow.

a damn about us. We don’t have to sit-in no bar room blowin’ in our jack jus’ because we got no place else to go. If them other guys gets in jail they can rot for all anybody gives a damn. But not us.” Lennie broke in. “But not us! An’ why? Because . . . . because I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why.” He laughed delightedly. “Go on now, George!

- Les types comme nous, qui travaillent dans les ranches, y a pas plus seul au monde. Ils ont pas de famille. Ils ont pas de chez soi. Ils vont dans un ranch, ils y font un peu d'argent, et puis ils vont en ville et ils le dépensent tout... et pas plus tôt fini, les v'la à s'échiner dans un autre ranch. Ils ont pas de futur devant eux. Lennie était ravi. - C'est ça... c'est ça. Maintenant, raconte comment c'est pour nous. Georges continua : - Pour nous, c'est pas comme ça. Nous, on a un futur. On a quelqu'un à qui parler, qui s'intéresse à nous. On a pas besoin de s'asseoir dans un bar pour dépenser son pèze, parce qu'on n'a pas d'autre endroit où aller. Si les autres types vont en prison, ils peuvent bien y crever, tout le monde s'en fout. Mais pas nous. Lennie intervint. - Mais pas nous ! Et pourquoi ? Parce que... parce que moi, j'ai toi pour t'occuper de moi, et toi, t'as moi pour m'occuper de toi, et c'est pour ça. Il éclata d'un rire heureux.

- Y a pas beaucoup de gars qui voyagent ensemble, dit-il d'un ton rêveur. J'sais pas pourquoi. Peut-être que les gens ont peur les uns des autres, dans ce sacré monde. - C'est bien plus agréable de voyager avec quelqu'un qu'on connaît, dit George.