Permission to play at the Pal...

Permission to play at the Palace. - P26

Someday, I plan to play for President Franklin Delano Roosevelt himself. Maybe I’ll go all the way to the White House in Washington, D.C. - P29

No Too Much To Ask
We haven’t had a good crop in three years, not since the bounty of ’31, and we’re all whittled down to the bone these days, even Ma, with her new round belly, but still when the committee came asking, Ma donated: three jars of apple sauce and some cured pork, and a
feed-sack nightie she’d sewn for our coming baby. February 1934 - P30

Ma would have thrown a fit
if I’d taken a gift from him. - P33

Fifty Miles South to Home
In Amarillo, wind blew plate-glass windows in, tore electric signs down, ripped wheat
straight out of the ground.
February 1934 - P34

We shake out our napkins, spread them on our laps, and flip over our glasses and plates, exposing neat circles, round comments on what life would be without dust. - P35

all the while I glare at Ma’s back with a scowl foul as maggoty stew. - P42

Instead she makes me feel like she’s just taking me in like I was so much flannel dry on the line. - P44

I sensed it before I knew it was coming. I heard it, smelled it, tasted it. Dust. - P45

The wind snatched that snow right off the fields, leaving behind a sea of dust, waves and waves and waves of dust, rippling across our yard. - P46

While we sat taking our six-weeks test, the wind rose and the sand blew right through the cracks in the schoolhouse wall, right through the gaps around the window glass, and by the time the tests were done, each and every one of us was coughing pretty good and we all needed a bath. I hope we get bonus points for testing in a dust storm. April 1934 - P49

I look at Joe and know our future is drying up
and blowing away with the dust. - P51

I wish I could see poppies growing out of this dust. - P56

On Sunday, winds came, bringing a red dust like prairie fire, hot and peppery, searing the inside of my nose, the whites of my eyes. Roaring dust, turning the day from sunlight to midnight. - P58

I wish the dust would plug my ears so I couldn’t hear her. - P75

Ma died that day
giving birth to my brother. - P77

[오늘의 한문장] Out of the Dust (Scholastic Gold)

I suspected Mad Dog had come first to Arley Wanderdale’s mind, but I didn’t get too riled. Not so riled I couldn’t say yes. - P26

[오늘의 한문장] Out of the Dust (Scholastic Gold)

She’s an old mule on the subject of my schooling. She says, "You stay home on weeknights, Billie Jo." And mostly that’s what I do. - P24

Daddy named me Billie Jo. He ...

Daddy named me Billie Jo. He wanted a boy. Instead, he got a long-legged girl with a wide mouth and cheekbones like bicycle handles. He got a redheaded, freckle-faced, narrow-hipped girl with a fondness for apples and a hunger for playing fierce piano. - P17

old as ancient Indian bones, and mean as a rattler, - P18

Now Livie’s gone west, out of the dust, on her way to California, where the wind takes a rest sometimes. And I’m wondering what kind of friend I am, wanting my feet on that road to another place, instead of Livie’s. - P22

하지만 내가 방금 묘사한 느낌은 사라지지 않았고, 결혼식이 끝나고 열린 조촐한 피로연에서도 내가 정말로 거기 존재한다는 느낌은 들지 않았다. 내가 그 자리로부터 제거된 것처럼, 모든 것이 조금 멀리 있는 듯 느껴졌다, 그게 내가 하려는 말이다

-알라딘 eBook <오, 윌리엄!> (엘리자베스 스트라우트 지음, 정연희 옮김) 중에서 - P61

[오늘의 한문장] Blood and Ruins: The Last Imperial War, 1931-1945

We have entered the classical age of war on the largest scale, the age of scientific war with popular support – there will be wars such as have never yet been on Earth. Friedrich Nietzsche, 1881 - P7