Journal Entry
#23
9 November 2007
Chapter 12
Page 158 Paragraph 7
Quote:
"A gray-faced mand was counting our a deck of cards, one, two, three, four.... I thought he must be seeing if it was a full pack, but when he had finished counting, he started over again. Next to him, a fat lady played with a string of wooden beads. She drew all the beads up to one end of the sting. Then click, click, click, she let them fall back on each other."
Esther notices lots of stuff, that I would never notice. Things get on her nerves that none of us would ever see or hear. Esther hasn't been around crazy people or different people, so she doesn't know what to expect. Esther has been sheltered all her life like everyone else in society. They put the crazy people in an asylum, so the world won't have to deal with them.
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