All is allegory... Each creature is key to all other creatures. - J. M. Coetzee

You know, he said, you've got to work on things. … Like stepping into Desirea's the way you did. Like always looking so unsure. You've got to be cooler about things, and not put everything out on your face all the time. You've got to carry yourself better and think about your look. Doesn't matter how poor you are.

He even knew the reason why: because enough men had gone off to war saying the time for gardening was when the war was over; whereas there must be men to stay behind and keep gardening alive, or at least the idea of gardening; because once that cord was broken, the earth would grow hard and forget her children. That was why.

"You think you know what is just and what is not. I understand. We all think we know." I had no doubt, myself, then, that at each moment each one of us, man, woman, child, perhaps even the poor old horse turning the mill-wheel, knew what was just: all creatures come into the world bringing with them the memory of justice. "But we live in a world of laws," I said to my poor prisoner, "a world of the second-best. There is nothing we can do about that. We are fallen creatures. All we can do is to uphold the laws, all of us, without allowing the memory of justice to fade."