[{"node":{"title":"Hanna249","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna249","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Joe, Rage","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna249","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna249_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff242\n\nto cajolery, from cajolery to threats, from threats to\ndownright brutal rage at his son's stubborness. \"Very\nwell, ye cur ye!\" he had shouted at last, running out\nto the hall door and throwing it violently throwing it\nopen, \"Get out to your crew o' libertines and whores,\nand dont darken this house again 'til ye come back\nto beg pardon of me and your mother!\" But his mother\nhadn't spoken a word during the scene between her\nhusband and her white-faced son. She had sat on the\nsofa, moving her great heavy face from one to the other,\nendeavouring to piece out in her slow mind what the\nquarrel was about. And then as Joe left the kitchen\nrealisation dawned on her and she had cried out in a\nvoice sharp with pain \"Joe, Joe my wee son!\" When\nJoe turned back to her, his father had come slopping\ndown the hall, end caught him by the hair just as he\nwas about to put his arms around the pathetic creature\non the sofa. And Joe, good-natured wee Joe, had turned\nand struck his father a clumsy blow on the forehead,\nbut hard enough to set him on his backside on the floor.\nThen he had put his arms around his mother, pressed\nan awkward kiss on her flat white cheek, touched the\nscant grey hair drawn tightly back on her shapeless\nhead, and left the house without a glance at the\nwhimpering man on the floor.\n\nAs he went over the whole incident again, recalling\nthe shame and stupidity of it, he ground his hands in\nhis pockets. It was the culmination of a series of\nscenes mounting in passion and abuse, as the blustering\nman threw himself unavailingly against a determination\nwhich he never thought his son possessed, and which at\ntimes roused in him an articulate and murderous rage.\n\nIt's all over now, thought Joe, and yet he felt\nthat he had lost more than he had gained, or rather,\n","Type":"Text"}}]