We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.

You’d never care to plant some roots insociety, I suppose,” mused the other.

You’d never care to plant some roots in society, I suppose,” mused the other.