There is a heafty weight of significance in chapter six, but since this is my blog I've decided to pick and chose what I will talk about:
Pigs. Eating children. Terrible image, yet real. I was sickened. Then my mind, which is currently floating around the universe, wondered if this is how pigs react to us turning their piglets into bacon. Something to think about! Later in the chapter there is a detailed description on how the men skinned the rabbit. I can take blood and guts and horrid images of just about anything until it transfers to the mouth. What's wrong with me, I don't know. My case for vegetarianism only strenthened.
Grandpa is pissy about his pillow. Aren't older people always obsessed with one single object? Hahaha this makes me laugh.
Is hominy southern? Ooops! I didn't know that!
For the second time in the novel, blood of another family is mentioned. I wonder if this is also a southern thing, the breeding of powers and tempers, because I'm constantly reminded by my grandparents of the ancestors I didn't know and how much alike we are- when I do something good, one line of blood is congratulated. When I'm in a foul mood, another is blamed. When I'm bouncing off the walls as usual, everyone gets to blaming eachother.
Casy says something I agree with: that men should talk. Getting feelings and ideas out of your mind and off your chest does not make a man less masculine. It is okay to bond with people and let them help you with coping.
Joad talks about how reading a particular type of book will drive you crazy. I love to read, but I think all books teach you to not trust the government and inspire crazy ideas. Oh well!
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