at horrow,remember in the war we planted mustard? These things mean so much to them. Our lives are so much a part of what we own. Youre buying a little girl plaitingthe forelocks, taking off her hair ribbon to make bows, standing back, headcocked, rubbing the soft noses with her cheek. Youre buying years of work, toilin the sun, youre buying a sorrow that cant talk. But watch it, mister. Theres apremium goes with this pile of junk and the bay horses with this beautiful- apacket of bitterness to grow in your house and to flower, some day. p.118 Notonly a beautiful phrase, but a powerful one. It points out the magnitude andemotions of things, memories you just cant let go.In conclusion, these two chapters interrelate. They both deal with the sameidea. You are what you own." Which is a tormenting thoughtwhen you have to give up a piece of your heart and merely receive worthlessfreedom. A freedom you cant grow, a freedom you cant plow and a freedom thatcant be held. And it can never be bought and its too bad that this it the only wayto achieve it....
