Pearson mistook him for R£v. Ah can't be always guidin' yo' feet from harm and danger. His prosperous-looking belly that used to thrust out so pugnaciously and intimidate folks, sagged like a load suspended from his loins. But Cap'n Eaton give de first piece. Out of print for almost thirty years, but since its reissue in paperback edition by the University of Illionois Press in 1978, Their Eyes Were Watching God has become the most widely read and highly acclaimed novel in the canon of African-American literature.
Somebody wanted her to play Somebody thought it natural for her to play That was even nice. The porch couldn't talk for looking. The women took the faded shirt and muddy overalls and laid them away for remembrance. The town talked it for three days and said that's just what they would have done if they had been rich men like Joe Starks. Wash- burn had seen to that. For a while she thought it was gone from her soul- No matter what Jody did, she said nothing.
So one day Steve Mixon wanted some chewing tobacco and Janie cut it wrong. It connected itself with other vaguely felt matters tiiat had struck her outside observation and buried Their Eyes Were Watching God ffr 11 themselves in her flesh. Many of us can remember vividly our first encounter with her work, particularly Their Eyes Were Watching God. He meant to git dere whilst de town wuz yet a baby. What was most remarkable about the energetic and at times heated discussion that followed Stepto's and Walker's remarks was the assumption of everyone in that room that Their Eyes was a shared text, that a novel that just ten years earlier was unknown and unavailable had entered into critical acceptance as perhaps the most widely known and the most privileged text in the African -American literary canon. Turned the hoe- cake with a plate and then made a little laugh. Freein' dat mule makes uh mighty big man outa you.
In the air of the room were flics tumbling and singing, marrying and giving in marriage. De place needs buildin' up. Raggedy-behind squirts of sixteen and seventeen would be giving him their merciless pity out of their eyes while their mouths said something humble. His acting didn't hurt nobody and she wouldn't know what to do without him. It was like somebody snatched off part of a woman's clothes while she wasn't looking and the streets were crowded.
He done spared me to sec de day. Still and all, 'tain't no use in telling lies just 'cause uh heap uh folks don't know no better. He's got tuh be else Ah ain't got nothin' tuh live for. Nothing on the place nor in her grandma's house answered her, She searched as much of die world as she could from the top of the front steps and then went on down to the front gate and leaned over to gaze up and down the road, Looking, waiting, breathing short with impa- tience, Waiting for the world to be made. As time went on and the ben- efits he had conferred upon the town receded in time they sat on his store porch while he was busy inside and discussed him.
Nanny has craved small comforts, like sitting idly on a porch, and wants her granddaughter to have them, along with money and status, no matter what the emotional cost. In CliffsNotes on Their Eyes Were Watching God, you discover the work of one of the 20th century's first African-American female authors—Zora Neale Hurston. Dey tell me he brought you heah tuh dis town. He bought a little lady-size spitting pot for Janie to spit in. Not the dead of sick and ailing with fiiends at the pillow and the feet. Here Nanny had taken the biggest thing God ever made, the horizon — for no matter how far a person can go die horizon is still way beyond you — and pinched it in to such a little bit of a thing that she could tie it about her granddaughter's neck tight enough to choke her.
Ah ain't said nothin' 'cause dat wasn't dc way Ah placed you. Something else made men give way before him. But dat ain't yo' idea, Ah see. I would later explore more purposefully deliberate questions about the book in a freshman English class at Barnard College, where Zora had also been a student in the 1920s. Always talking in low tones when she came near, or hushed altogether. The essays in part 2 then take up Hurston's other, rarely taught novels, Jonah's Gourd Vine,Moses, Man of the Mountain, and Seraph on the Suwanee.
She asted me dat maybe twenty-five or thirty times, lak she got tuh sayin' dat and couldn't help herself. Ah got tuh have a place tuh be at when folks comes tuh buy land. Please don't make me marry Mr. Mules and other brutes had occupied their skins. Dese strange men runnin' hcah tryin' tuh take advantage of yo' condition. So whut business Ah got rushin' now? Ah'll take holt uh dat ax and come in dere and kill yuh! Now and again she thought of a country road at sun-up and considered flight. Jody had been hard on her and others, but life had mishandled him too.
Ah kin stay Vay from home long as Ah please. Lemme go inside and help Hezekiah weigh up dat barrel uh sugar dat just come in. Many of my contemporaries, including myself, often complain—sometimes with book contracts in tow—about not having enough time, money, and space to write. Too much co to it. If you are reading a book and discovering unusual words or phrases, you should immediately use them in a conversation. The varicolored cloud dust that the sun had stirred up in the sky was settling by slow degrees. Ah'li sit on dis case first thing.
In the novel, Janie Crawford returns to her hometown in Florida and relates to her friend Pheoby the tragic story of her 40-year search for love and respect. So she went straight to her bosom friend, Pheoby Watson, and told her about it. 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. First Perennial Library edition published 1990. Janie had robbed him of his illusion of irresistible maleness that all men cherish, which was terrible. He wuz satisfied up derc, but de mule wuzn't.