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-first greet george and Lennie at the bunkhouse

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Kills Candy's dog.

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Not to be discriminated, get his rights

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Make it big on screen

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Live with George and tend rabbits - symbolism of control over himself?

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Settle, live comfortably. have a girl

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Join Lennie and George in their place where they'll work for themselves ane live peacefully.

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"Well, I ain't told this to nobody before. Maybe I ought'n to. I don' like Curley. He ain't a nice fella." And because she had confided in him, she moved closer to Lennie and sat beside him. "Coulda been in the movies, an' had nice clothes-all them nice

clothes like they wear. An' I coulda sat in them big hotels, an' had pitchers took of me. When they had them previews I coulda went to them, an' spoke in the radio, an' it wouldn'ta cost me a cent because I was in the pitcher. An' all them nice clothes like they wear. Because this guy says I was a natural."
(p.89 in pdf)

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I tell you I ain't used to livin' like this. I coulda made somethin' of myself." She said darkly, "Maybe I will yet." And then her words tumbled out in a passion of communication, as though she hurried before her listener could be taken away. "I lived right in Salinas," she said. "Come there when I was a kid. Well, a show come through, an' I met one of the actors. He says I could go with that show. But my of lady- wouldn' let me. She says because I was on'y fifteen. But the guy says I coulda. If I'd went, I wouldn't be livin' like this, you bet."
(p.88 in pdf)

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p.86 in pdf and while leaving Crooks place

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"Sure I gotta husban'. You all seen him. Swell guy, ain't he?
(p.78 in pdf)

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Slim's a real skinner. He looks out for his team.
(p.75 in pdf)

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discussion with Lennie around p.74 in pdf

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Suddenly Lennie's eyes. centered and grew quiet, and mad. He stood up and walked dangerously toward Crooks. "Who hurt George?" he demanded.

Lennie growled back to his seat on the nail keg. "Ain't nobody goin' to talk no hurt to George," he grumbled.
(p.73 in pdf)

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Crooks' face lighted with pleasure in his torture
(p.72 in pdf)

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Lennie smiled helplessly in an attempt to make friends.
(p.68 in pdf)

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p.68 in pdf

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This room was swept and fairly neat, for Crooks was a proud, aloof man. He kept his distance and demanded that other people keep theirs. His body was bent over to the left by his crooked spine, and his eyes lay deep in his head, and because of their depth seemed to glitter with intensity. His lean face was lined with deep black wrinkles, and he had thin, pain-tightened lips which were lighter than his face.
(p.68 in pdf)

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Crooks could leave his things about, and being a stable buck and a cripple, he was more permanent than the other men, and he had accumulated more possessions than he could carry on his back.
(p.67 in pdf)

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Crooks had his apple box over his bunk, and in it a range of medicine bottles, both for himself and for the horses.
(p.67 in pdf)

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situation in p.66 - got beat by Lennie

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In the dialogue with Crooks in p.51-52 in pdf, Slim does not insult him.

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The door opened quietly and the stable buck put in his head; a lean Negro head, lined with pain, the eyes patient.
(p.51 in pdf)

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Candy looked helplessly at him, for Slim's opinions were law.
(p.45 in pdf)

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You wouldn't think it to look at him now, but he was the best damn sheep dog I ever seen
(p.45 in pdf)

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She had full, rouged lips and wide-spaced eyes, heavily made up. Her fingernails were red. Her hair hung in little rolled clusters, like sausages. She wore a cotton house dress and red mules, on the insteps of which were little bouquets of red ostrich feathers. "I'm lookin' for Curley," she said. Her voice had a nasal, brittle quality
(p.32 in pdf)

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I used to have a hell of a lot of fun with 'im. Used to play jokes on 'im 'cause he was too dumb to take care of 'imself. But he was too dumb even to know he had a joke played on him. I had fun. Made me seem God damn smart alongside of him. Why he'd do any damn thing I tol' hits. If I tol' him to walk over a cliff, over he'd go. That wasn't so damn much fun after a while. He never got mad about it, neither. I've beat the hell outa him, and he coulda bust every bone in my body jus' with his han's, but he never lifted a finger against me." George's voice was taking on the tone of confession. "Tell you what made me stop that. One day a bunch of guys was standin' around up on the Sacramento River. I was feelin' pretty smart. I turns to Lennie and says, 'Jump in.' An' he jumps. Couldn't swim a stroke. He damn near drowned before we could get him. An' he was so damn nice to me for pullin' him out. Clean forgot I told him to jump in. Well, I ain't done nothing like that no more."
(p.41 in pdf)

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George fell silent. He wanted to talk. Slim neither encouraged nor discouraged him. He just sat back quiet and receptive.
(p.40 in pdf)

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That dog of Candy's is so God damn old he can't hardly walk. Stinks like hell, too. Ever' time he comes into the bunk house I can smell him for two, three days. Why'n't you get Candy to shoot his old dog and give him one of the pups to raise up? I can smell that dog a mile away. Got no teeth, damn near blind, can't eat. Candy feeds him milk. He can't chew nothing else
(p.37 in pdf)

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A powerful, big-stomached man
(p.36 in pdf)

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His tone was friendly. It invited confidence without demanding it.
(p.36 in pdf)

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A tall man stood in the doorway. He held a crushed Stetson hat

under his arm while he combed his long, black, damp hair straight back. Like the others he wore blue jeans and a short denim jacket. When he had finished combing his hair he moved into the room, and he moved with a majesty only achieved by royalty and master craftsmen. He was a jerkline skinner, the prince of the ranch, capable of driving ten, sixteen, even twenty mules with a single line to the leaders. He was capable of killing a fly on the wheeler's butt with a bull whip without touching the mule. There was a gravity in his manner and a quiet so profound that all talk stopped when he spoke. His authority was so great that his word was taken on any subject, be it politics or love. This was Slim, the jerkline skinner. His hatchet face was ageless. He might have been thirty-five or fifty. His ear heard more than was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought. His hands, large and lean, were as delicate in their action as those of a temple dancer.
(p.35 in pdf)

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Curley’s like a lot of little guys. He hates big guys. He’s alla time picking scraps with big guys. Kind of like he's mad at ’em because he ain’t a big guy. You seen little guys like that, ain’t you? Always scrappy
(p.27 in pdf)

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That’s the boss’s son," he said quietly. "Curley’s pretty handy. He done quite a bit in the ring. He’s a lightweight, and he’s handy.
(p.27 in pdf)

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He glanced coldly at George and then at Lennie. His arms gradually bene at the elbows and his hands closed into fists. He stiffened and went into a slight crouch. His glance was at once calculating and pugnacious. Lennie squirmed under the look and shifted his feet nervously.
(p.26 in pdf)

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At that moment a young man came into the bunk house; a thin young man with a brown face, with brown eyes and a head of tightly curled hair. He wore a work glove on his left hand, and, like the boss, he wore high-heeled boots
(p.26 in pdf)

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Big tall skinner
(p.24 in pdf)

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The boss stepped into the room with the short, quick steps of a fat-legged man.
(p.22 in pdf)

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A little stocky man stood in the open doorway. He wore blue jean trousers, a flannel shirt, a black, unbuttoned vest and a black coat. His thumbs were stuck in his belt, on each side of a square steel buckle. On his head was a soiled brown Stetson hat, and he wore high-heeled boots and spurs to prove he was not a laboring man
(p.21 in pdf)

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"Well, he’s a pretty nice fella. Gets pretty mad sometimes
(P.21 in pdf)

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"Yeah. Nice fella too. Got a crooked back where. a horse kicked him. The boss gives him hell when he’s mad. But the stable buck don’t give a damn about that. He reads a lot. Got books in his room."
(p.21 in pdf)

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mouses were given by Aunt Clara but Lennie always killed them
p.11 in pdf

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"Lennie, who had been watching, imitated George exactly. He pushed himself back, drew up his knees, embraced them, looked over to George to see whether he had it just right. He pulled his hat down a little more over his eyes, the way George’s hat was." (p.5 in pdf)

George lay back on the sand and crossed his hands under his head, and Lennie imitated him, raising his head to see whether he were doing it right. (p.9 in pdf)

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"huge man, shapeless of face, with large, pale eyes, with wide, sloping shoulders; and he walked heavily, dragging his feet a little, the way a bear drags his paws. His arms did not swing at his sides, but hung loosely" (p.4 in pdf)

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"small and quick, dark of face, with restless eyes and sharp, strong features. Every part of him was defined: small, strong hands, slender arms, a thin and bony nose " (p.4 in pdf)

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child-like, husky and tall, mentally disabled

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short, quick-witted, supportive, aggressive