How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?
He kept telling me I was queer, and I didn't like it. The word, I mean. Shutting you away, somehow; roping you off with a lot of people you don't feel much in common with, half of whom hate the other half anyway, and just keep together so that they can lean up against each other for support.
Don't you understand even seedtime and reaping? How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?