Dear Mr. Tekelly
Attached is my final draft for the Of Mice and Men Final project.
George: Ello' Govna.
Montag: Hello there, young chap. How are things lately?
George: Well just thinkin' about Lennie.
Montag: Oh yea? You stuck by him through thick and thin.
George: I know he was just like family; we really made things easier for each other.
Montag: Yea, I know exactly what you mean. After I came to my senses to the actual corruption of all of my relationships I realized exactly what I was missing. You know the girl I told you about, Clarisse, she was the first person I actually connected with. Like meaningful human connection.
George: Right, well I suppose I can understand where you're coming from. Until I had to put down Lennie he was the only person I talked to on a regular basis. He was by no means the sharpest tool in the shed. The thing I could do with him is just talk, it didn't matter what about or when. The man would "listen."
Montag: Hey don't feel too bad about it, you knew it was goona happen sooner or later, the guy was just too big and powerful for the mind that he had.
George: I mean, I guess. I still miss the guy.
Montag: I know. You were lucky that’s one of the things everyone needs, just some sort of connection. Lennie was perfect for you.
George: As much of a hastle as it was to deal with and keep Lennie under control. He really was like a brother, a younger adopted brother. He was the only family I had.
Montag: With all of the traveling you did, I’m sure it was a blessing to have a brother like that, aside from the jobs he brought in.
George: The more and more I think about it, as easy as it would have been to just leave Lennie somewhere, I really never could have. The thing all the other workers were missing was a constant “family” member.
Montag: Exactly just having someone to come home to and even just to be is a blessing more that you could ever imagine. It’s like you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
George: I guess you’re right. I mean I never thought of it like that. What about you? You had a wife right?
Montag: Well my “wife”, Mildred. I mean I cared for her, but we didn’t have any meaningful connection. That aspect was rough.
George: Well, what’d you do?
Montag: My situation was a bit more extreme, I was being monitored by the government and was about to be arrested for breaking laws. That’s beside the point; my wife simply wasn’t cutting it as a viable outlet for emotion.
George: Didn’t she inform the police of your lawbreaking?
Montag: Well, yes, but by that time she was brain washed. I don’t blame her for it. She wasn’t able to be a legitimate family member. So after being on the run I was seeking an alternate “family.” I found Faber, he became almost an adoptive father
George: Right. And it was the similar feelings that made you two click. It seems almost like with Lennie and I as well as you and Faber were prime examples that “family” is what makes up for the things the other person lacks, a sort of safety net. When working together great things are accomplished.
Montag: Wow, That’s really true. I completely agree. Human nature really is interesting like that. It’s like we’re hotwired to do the right thing, or are steered in the right direction. People sometimes are just too stupid to listen.
George: I mean, that was the case with Lennie, as mentally challenged as he was, he really seemed to want to the right thing. He honestly tried.
Montag: The opposite was the case with my commander, Beatty. I’m convinced that he knew he was doing wrong but didn’t listen to his own inner thoughts. He was too blinded by power.
George: Yea it’s interesting how people are sometimes. If they could simply be sternly told once or twice what’s wrong they might avoid major conflicts and pain later in life.
Montag: True, but that brings into the argument the whole hindsight is always 20-20 and I just don’t have time to argue that right now. I couldn’t agree more but life isn’t that simple.
George: I guess. So what are you goona do now that you are no longer on the run and can read as you wish?
Montag: Well I think I’m going to have to try to find as many books as I can get my hands on. Do you by any chance have any?
George: No, I’m sorry not. I’d be willing to help you to find some.
Montag: Sure, why not. How are things without Lennie?
George: I can’t find a job now. I’m not too worried about it now. I don’t even want that land if I can’t share it with Lennie that would have been nice.
Montag: I’m sure he would have loved it more than you. You’d have just gotten a kick out of his antics.
George: Oh, for sure. Its okay I’m moving on, hoping to take the time to learn a little. What did you say this book was called?...
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