A more intricate triadic relationship was advanced 15 years ago in a multitherapist project headed by Bieber.

In old times, if a Coniston peasant had any business at Ulverstone, he walked to Ulverstone; spent nothing but shoe-leather on the road, drank at the streams, and if he spent a couple of batz when he got to Ulverstone, it was the end of the world. But now, he would never think of doing such a thing! He first walks three miles in a contrary direction, to a railroad station, and then travels by railroad twenty-four miles to Ulverstone, paying two shillings fare.

[…] when the seed surrenders, it becomes a tree. Seeds that don’t surrender their “seedness” only wither up and blow away.

I dated him for a hot second.