"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"Alice thought, No. It wasn't the War and the disgruntled veterans; it wasn't the droves and droves of colored people flocking to paychecks and streets full of themselves. It was the music. The dirty, get-on-down music the women sang and the men played and both danced to, close and shamelesss or apart and wild...It made you do unwise disorderly things. Just hearing it was like violating the law."
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Source: Toni Morrison (2014). “Beloved”, p.16, Random House
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