The Winter of Our Discontent

Steinbeck

June is gay—cool and warm, wet and shouting with growth and reproduction of the sweet and the noxious, the builder and the spoiler. The girls in the body-form slacks wander High Street with locked hands while small transistor radios sit on their shoulders and whine love songs in their ears. The young boys, bleeding with sap, sit on the stools of Tanger’s Drugstore ingesting future pimples through straws. They watch the girls with level goat-eyes and make disparaging remarks to one another while their insides whimper with longing. — John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

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One thought on “The Winter of Our Discontent

  1. SIGH….those teen-age years…those were the days! Loved this story and appreciate your pulling this paragraph out; imagery is wonderful – I can hear those songs and see those boys. Such good writing!

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