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I've come, I've gone, but wait, ah, yes,"
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and he stared with rocky sorrow into his hands.
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"Can't talk no more.
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You understand that it is, or might be, but listen."
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We all listened.
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He was listening to sounds in the night.
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"Yes," he whispered with awe.
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"But you see, no need to talk anymore and further."
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Dean's language has gone from this sort of quasi-academic gibberish of
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the beginning of the novel, to this completely fragmented,
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broken version of the "yes"s and "ah"s and "wow"s of those early, ecstatic days.
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So, Sal's language, by the end, has absorbed some of this,