Effie M. was a monster. Six foot high and as strong as a farm horse.No sooner had she decided that she wanted UncleTom than she knocked him off his bicycle and told him.

I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing for mankind, on the other, some paralysis had twisted his mouth into a permanent and radiant smile. So everyone he met, being warmed by his smile, would shout him a happy greeting. And beaming upon them with his sunny face he would curse them all to hell.

Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey.

I wanted to communicate what I had seen, so that others could see it.

It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.