"What is clear now is that of all of that hope, fear, lust, love, and grief, nothing remains but Pecola and the unyielding earth. Cholly Breedlove is dead; our innocence too. The seed shriveled and died; her baby too.
There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how."
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