Tapering

    to a point, conserving everything,

      this carrot is predefined to be thick.

        The world is

        but a circumstance, a mis-

          erable corn-patch for its feet. With ambition,

          imagination, outgrowth,

    nutriment,

    with everything crammed belligerent-

      ly inside itself, its fibres breed mon-

      opoly—

      a tail-like, wedge-shaped engine with the

        secret of expansion, fused with intensive heat

        to the color of the set-

    ting sun and

    stiff. For the man in the straw hat, stand-

      ing still and turning to look back at it—

        as much as

        to say my happiest moment has

          been funereal in comparison with this, the con-

          ditions of life pre-

    determined

    slavery to be easy and freedom hard. For

      it? Dismiss

      agrarian lore; it tells him this:

        that which it is impossible to force, it is

        impossible to hinder.