Although she would sooner have given up thinking than eating, she resented being pushed into depriving herself of either. - Shirley Jackson

"They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in
the north village they're talking of giving up the lottery."

Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery, he added petulantly. "Bad
enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with everybody."
"Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said.
"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools.

Hill House, she thought, You're as hard to get into as heaven.

Only human beings and rabid animals turn on their own kind,