Crooks Room

Crooks and Ranches

'I ain't a southern negro'

'if you...guys would want a hand to work for nothing - just his keep, why i'd come an' lend a hand.'

'The white kids come to play...

I went to play with them. My ol' man didn't like that. I never knew till long later why...But i know now.'

The entrance of

Curley's Wife

'Crooks stared hopelessly at her, and then he sat down on his bunk and drew into himself.'

'I could get you strung up on a tree so easy it ain't even funny.'

'Crooks had retired into the terrible protective dignity of the negro.'

'Crooks stood up from his bunk and faced her. 'I had enough,' he said coldly.'

'Crooks had reduced himself to nothing. There was no personality, no ego - nothing to arouse either like or dislike.'

And he had books, too;'

'swept and fairy neat'

'mauled copy of the California civil code for 1905.'

why so many

possessions?

'tattered dictionary...battered magazines.'

'a small electric globe light

threw a meager yellow light.'

Crooks'

Possessions

Crooks Description

'He kept his distance and demanded that other people kept theirs.'

'thin, pain tightened lips'

'proud. aloof man.'

'His voice grew soft and persuasive. 'S'pose George don't come back.'

'Crooks face lighted with pleasure in his torture.'

'Crooks pressed forward some kind of private victory.'

'Crooks scowled, but Lennie's disarming smile defeated him.'

Crooks' Treatment

of Lennie

Crooks accepts his position

'Crooks sat back on his bunk and looked at the door a moment, and then he reached for the liniment bottle...he fell slowly to rubbing his back.'

'Well, jus' forget it,' said Crooks. 'I didn't mean it. Jus' foolin'.'

Section 4:

Crooks