DICK: Have you ever spent a night on the river, honey?
(He forces her down on the bench and holds her against him.)
DICK: Have you ever spent a night on a river barge, honey? That clean wet smell of the woods and maybe a hole in the roof you can see the stars through? Katydids hummin' an' bullfrogs off in the shadows. That dark warm smell of the water real close an' the sound that it makes that's so quiet it's sca'cely a sound, just a big, big blackness movin' around you, an' up on the deck a nigger pickin' a fiddle an' singin' an ole river song, an' that lazy soft rise an' fall of the water under the boat an' the lightnin' bugs blinkin' way off over there on the flat cotton fields or down in the cypress break an' that wild coon laughter all of a sudden comin' up out of the dark where they're makin' love on the levee--like cryin' almost--an' then not a thing anymore but that slow slappin'-slap of the water . . .
DICK: I've spent nights like that on the river! By myself or with a bunch of fellows--but never with a girl I loved!
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