“Behind the harrows, the long seeders—twelve curved iron penes erected in the foundry, orgasms set by gears, raping methodically, raping without passion.… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
