Cluttered photographs and tattered notes cling to white washed walls, smudged slightly by the occasional fingerprint. The blinds filter strips of sunlight only a single bed against one wall. The sheets tangled into a messy bundle of assorted stuffed animals and plumped cushions. A blue ornate shelf stands on one side of the bed. Filled with the small collections from childhood memories and small momentums of various countries and friends. Chipped paint covers the desk standing against the opposite wall. Once again, cluttered with the loose leaf papers and school books of daily life.
In the beginning of the second section of the book, a description of the Lennie and George's bedroom is written. From just a few, plain sentences a picture is painted and thoroughly described of the barren living quarters. If i were to live in such an empty room that didn't feel homy at all i would not enjoy it. The room that these two men must now live in says something about their current situation since they are unable to afford or live in a proper house that provides them with more then the bare necessities of life.
The room that George and Lennie (along with six other men) shared is extremely different to the one that I currently have.
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