"Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore."
"The decay spreads over the State, and the sweet smell is a great sorrow on the land. Men who graft the trees and make the seed fertile and big can find no way to let the hungry people eat their produce...a million people hungry, needing the fruit-and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country" (Ch. 25).
