Alan Sullivan

Alan Sullivan

Soapy (1922)

Summary

Portrait of Alan Sullivan Alan Sullivan,  Soapy (1922)

“ Burdock heard that groan, and learned shortly that Soapy reckoned he had cleaned up a thousand an hour for the last four hours, against which his rival had the one nugget last tossed across the creek. The latter cooked and ate in a kind of choking silence, and that, again, is the way of the wilderness. Enough is never enough. What the other fellow has determines one's own objective, and it was the irony of Ragged River that doubled on the man who dared not go back East, and halved on the one who ached to go. ”
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Portrait of Alan Sullivan Alan Sullivan,  Soapy (1922)

“ Soapy's tone were curiously quiet, as though the idea had opened up an entirely new range of vision.
"Not that kind."
"Skunks has their good points, and I don't believe that no old man—I don't care whose he is—acts so bad as his folks paint him."
But Burdock had apparently lost interest in his own family affairs. He regarded Soapy as a spark of humanity in the wilderness, which, even though moving across Ragged River, at least redeemed the place from utter loneliness.
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Portrait of Alan Sullivan Alan Sullivan,  Soapy (1922)

“ Never before had he such arguments to present as lay in a small canvas sack under the pile of brush that formed his bed.
"Seems to me," he said, after long meditation, " that things get sort of overlaid with other things, no matter how badly a feller felt about the first ones.
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