As for my so-called ailment—which I had presumed was a symptom of age, and Sally had presumed was yet another symptom of my unmanfulness—there has been not a single sign.

That this should become prescriptive is by no means to be taken for granted, since eating aided by a knife in the right hand to cut bite-size fragments off the food must usually, given righthandedness, involve or have involved handling the food with the left hand, and the use of knife and fork has resulted in a European (cum British) norm of putting food into the mouth with fork held in the left hand, as distinguished from the American norm of using the fork held in the right hand.

So now, it seems the real question is, If nature is ripe for the picking by capital-oriented farmers, then why should not farmers be ripe for the picking by industrial capitalists?

It is in many ways our oldest and most enduring national myth, one that has taken many forms: the streets are paved with gold.