Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck Diary Entry

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck Diary Entry

19th June 1931:

I sat on a broken down tree log, thinking of the good years, the swing

of Hollywood, the extravagant theatres with their gold furnishings and

the warmth and happiness of every stranger who walked by on the

street. As I sat on the broken tree I noticed the sound of trickling

water "splish, splash, splish". It soothed my mind, but it brought me

back into the reality of my miserable life. I had already walked 8

miles in the baking hot heat, but it felt more like 80 miles. As I got

up and carried on walking the tree log seemed familiar, but not to a

particular place or scenery, but more of my life, it had once stood

tall and proud, it looked beautiful and majestic, until one sudden

lightning bolt had hit it and had sent it crashing down to reality.

I turned back round and carried on up the dusty long windy road, I

could see nothing else expect the road and the harsh landscape of the

desert. I heard a loud rumbling in the distance, it sounded like

thunder, but there were no clouds in the sky, everything about the day

was beautiful except my misery. The rumbling got louder, I couldn't

fathom out where it was coming from but it sounded even louder now.

Then I turned round and saw a coach drawing towards me. I signalled

it, but it carried on towards me, until it was close enough for me to

see the driver, he looked quite old, probably in his sixties.

I shouted to him "Stop! Stop! STOP!"

He didn't even look at me never mind stop. He hurtled past me, dust

engulfed me like a giant dustbowl. When the dust had cleared there

were no signs of the coach or the driver anywhere, I shrugged my

shoulders and carried on walking.

I was looking for a ranch. In the village where I started from an old

man had said "jus' carry on goin up this road an you'll come across an