Like some of the trees, the rocks remain; they are the soldiers, the Knights Templar, of the country, who if they were unable to save all the forest, at least saved some of it, and the land itself, from the plow: three-foot rocks like humble infantrymen half buried in the poor soil, tall columns of stone like generals and heroes visible for miles, crowned with hawks. I have seen a lovely pine tree there embracing a stone with her roots as though she were kissing the gallant who was going to war for her, and on her own times scale she was.
“And yet a man is only the bundle of his relations, a knot of roots.”
“It was a lovely midsummer day, though the sky had a hard quality to its blue that made men say it was going to be a scorcher, waving their straw hats before their faces in a kind of agonized anticipation; while their wives, who had slept in more clothing and had lost, from the perspiration at their temples, the curl an iron had given their hair, sponged themselves from shoulder to hip with Paris Bon-Beau Cologne from Macafee’s and (when there were no males present) mad sly little jokes about putting their underclothes in the Frigidaire”.
” ‘Do you mean there are no intelligent people here?’
‘No, but the intelligent ones I meet aren’t likeable–a bunch of bored snobs wishing they were somewhere else without the guts to get there. Some of the unintelligent ones are great–loveable people, and great fun. But they’re like nice dogs; after a while you get lonesome for the sound of a human voice’ “.
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