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Passage 14:
Passage 14:
Janie starched and ironed her face and came set in the funeral behind her veil. It was like a wall of
stone and steel. The funeral was going on outside. All things concerning death and burial were said
and done. Finish. End. Nevermore. Darkness. Deep hole. Dissolution. Eternity. Weeping and wailing
outside. Inside the expensive black folds were resurrection and life. She did not reach outside for
anything, nor did the things of death reach inside to disturb her calm. She sent her face to Joe's
funeral, and herself went rollicking with the springtime across the world.
Before she slept that night she burnt up every one of her head rags and went about the house next
morning with her hair in one thick braid swinging well below her waist. That was the only change
people saw in her. She kept the store in the same way except of evenings she sat on the porch and
listened and sent Hezekiah in to wait on late custom. She saw no reason to rush at changing things
around. She would have the rest of her life to do as she pleased.
Most of the day she was at the store, but at night she was there in the big house and sometimes it
creaked and cried all night under the weight of lonesomeness.
Passage 3:
It was a spring afternoon in West Florida. Janie had spent most of the day under a blossoming pear
tree in the back-yard. She had been spending every minute that she could steal from her chores
under that tree for the last three days. That was to say, ever since the first tiny bloom had opened. It
had called her to come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds;
from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously. How? Why? It was like a
flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing
she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It
followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep. It connected itself with
other vaguely felt matters that had struck her outside observation and buried themselves in her flesh.
Now they emerged and quested about her consciousness.
Passage 3:
It was a spring afternoon in West Florida. Janie had spent most of the day under a blossoming pear
tree in the back-yard. She had been spending every minute that she could steal from her chores
under that tree for the last three days. That was to say, ever since the first tiny bloom had opened. It
had called her to come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds;
from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously. How? Why? It was like a
flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing
she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It
followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep. It connected itself with
other vaguely felt matters that had struck her outside observation and buried themselves in her flesh.
Now they emerged and quested about her consciousness.
Passage 16:
But the fourth day after he came in the afternoon driving a battered car. Jumped out like a deer and
made the gesture of tying it to a post on the store porch. Ready with his grin! She adored him and
hated him at the same time. How could he make her suffer so and then come grinning like that with
that darling way he had? He pinched her arm as he walked inside the door.
"Brought me somethin' tuh haul you off in," he told her with that secret chuckle. "Git yo' hat if you
gointuh wear one. We got tuh go buy groceries."
"Ah sells groceries right here in dis store, Tea Cake, if you don't happen tuh know." She tried to look
"Ah sells groceries right here in dis store, Tea Cake, if you don't happen tuh know." She tried to look
cold but she was smiling in spite of herself.
"Not de kind we want fuh de occasion. You sells groceries for ordinary people. We'se gointuh buy for
you. De big Sunday School picnic is tomorrow—bet you done forget it—and we got tuh be dere wid
uh swell basket and ourselves."
"Ah don't know 'bout dat, Tea Cake. Tell yuh whut you do. G'wan down tuh de house and wait for
me. Be dere in uh minute."
As soon as she thought it looked right she slipped out of the back and joined Tea Cake. No need of
fooling herself. Maybe he was just being polite.
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