“Now Phoeby, don’t feel too mean with the rest of ’em ’cause they’s parched up from not knowin’ things. Them meat skins is gotta rattle to make out they’s alive.
Let ’em consulate themselves with talk, ’cause talkin’ don’t amount to a hill of beans when you can’t do nothin’ else.
And listenin’ to that kinda talk is just like openin’ your mouth and lettin’ the moon shine down your throat. It’s a known fact, Phoebe. You gotta go there to know there.”
Janie Crawford, Eatonville Florida. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston.