Linked from Essay III, Section 13: "[man], still unvanquished, eternally directed toward the future, whose own restless energies never leave him in peace," |
'The male is the only one got that tail full of jewelry. Son of a bitch. Look at that.' The peacock opened its tail wide. 'Let's scare it. Come on, Milk,' and Guitar started to run toward the fence. 'What for?' asked Milkman, running behind him. . . . 'How come it can't fly no better than a chicken?' Milkman asked. 'Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.'" From Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon, New York: Plume, 1987, p. 178-79. Reader's Questions
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