Desire Under the Elms

“Hain't the sun strong an' hot? Ye kin feel it burnin' into the earth-- Nature--makin' thin's grow--bigger 'n' bigger-- burnin' inside ye makin' ye want t' grow-- into somethin' else--till ye're jined with it--an' it's your'n--but it owns ye, too--an' makes ye grow bigger-- like a tree--like them elms. Nature'll beat ye, Eben. Ye might's well own up t' it fust 's last.”