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Actional modes:
Gesture, posture, movement,
gaze |
Speech |
Voice |
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George’s voice became
deeper. He repeated his words
rhythmically as though he had
said them many times before.
“Guys like us, that work on
ranches, are the loneliest guys in
the world. They got no family, | |
Edit one
Long - social shot
Lennie and George look at each
other, George leans in slightly.
Both sit, George stays still, while
Lennie moves a little. |
Guys like us, that work on ranches,
are the loneliest guys in the world.
They got no family.
They don't belong no place.
They ain’t got nothin to look ahead
to. |
Slow voice, each word
separated, regulated. Even tone,
calm, rhythmic. |
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They don’t belong no place.
They come to a ranch an’ work
up a stake and then they go inta
town and blow their stake, and
the first thing you know they’re
poundin’ their tail on some other
ranch. They ain’t got nothing to
look ahead to."
Lennie was delighted.
“That's it - that is it. Now tell
how it is with us.”
George went on. “With
us it ain't like that. We got a
future. We got somebody to talk
to that gives a damn about us.
We don’t have to sit in no bar
room blowin’ in our jack jus'
because we got no place else to | |
Edit two
Lennie springs∕jerks forward and
grabs at the air.
George makes a soft rolling
gesture with his hand. |
But but not us George, tell tell
about us
Well we ain’t like that. We got a
future. We got somebody to talk to
that gives a damn about us. Them
guys gets in jail they can rot for all
anybody gives a damn. |
Quick voice, stuttering, mixing of
words, fast, excited. |