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We finished plowing the creek bottom today.
land is the only thing in the world
that will hurt you
Only just me and Pork left.
He’s the best overseer in the county.
and we understand each other—
There’s none in the county can touch you—
but I just can’t bear
that you’re half-Irish, too.
Have you been making a spectacle of yourself
waitin’ on poor white trash.
Barkin’ in the house like that.
going around in black.
Why should I have to
Take the lamp
I can’t think of anything
you can do without a reputation.
You, uh, had broken something.
that I lack.
And don’t you be forgettin’, Missy
for all of us.
Isn’t it thrilling?
The cause of living in the past
Oh, can’t we go away and forget
All these poor, tragic people.
Look at them.
dying right in front of us.
[Wild cheering and applause]
the war makes the most peculiar widows
You’ll hate me for hearing them
I get so bored I could scream.
Why, the land they live on is like their mother
Wearin’ herself out