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President: Do you agree with Ben, or do you think we can stimulate growth through temporary incentives?

Chance: As long as the roots are not severed all is well. And all will be well in the garden.

President: In the garden?

Chance: Yes. In a garden, growth has its season. First comes spring and summer but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again.

President: Spring and summer?

Chance: Yes

President: And fall and winter?

Chance: Yes.

Ben: I think what our insightful young friend is saying is that we welcome the inevitable seasons of nature but we’re upset by the seasons of our economy

Chance: Yes. There will be growth in the spring. …I like to watch the young plants grow. Young plants do much better if a person helps them. …A garden needs a lot of care and a lot of love. And if you give your garden a lot of love, things grow. But first, some things must wither. Some trees die…

[from Being There, Jerzy Kosinski]


‘Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions, Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes, to give sigh for sigh.


I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep though with them.

Thus kindly I scatter. They leaves o’er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden, Lie scentless and dead.


So soon may I follow, When friendships decay,

And from Love’s shining circle, The gems drop away.

When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit, This bleak world alone?

[The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore]


Soon to wither apples.