And youre
all as rotten as me, or youd have lynched me.
A BOY. Anything to oblige you, Blanco.
ANOTHER. We can do it yet if you feel really bad about it.
BLANCO. No: the devil's gone out of you. We're all frauds. Theres
none of us real good and none of us real bad.
ELDER DANIELS. There is One above, Blanco.
BLANCO. What do you know about Him? you that always talk as if He
never did anything without asking your rotten leave first? Why
did the child die? Tell me that if you can. He cant have wanted
to kill the child. Why did He make me go soft on the child if
He was going hard on it Himself? Why should He go hard on the
innocent kid and go soft on a rotten thing like me? Why did I go
soft myself? Why did the Sheriff go soft? Why did Feemy go soft?
Whats this game that upsets our game? For seems to me theres two
games bein played. Our game is a rotten game that makes me feel
I'm dirt and that youre all as rotten dirt as me. T'other game
may be a silly game; but it aint rotten. When the Sheriff played
it he stopped being rotten. When Feemy played it the paint nearly
dropped off her face. When I played it I cursed myself for a
fool; but I lost the rotten feel all the same.
ELDER DANIELS. It was the Lord speaking to your soul, Blanco.
BLANCO. Oh yes: you know all about the Lord, don't you? Youre in
the Lord's confidence. He wouldn't for the world do anything to
shock you, would He, Boozy dear? Yah! What about the croup? It
was early days when He made the croup, I guess.
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