Frost - pg. 72

"Any rebellion has to get somewhere," he said. His rebellions no longer got anywhere. From time to time he saw people in whom he sees: amazing assets, inexhaustible assets, he never had such assets himself! He said: "It takes you hours ti adjust tot he palpitations that suddenly start going in you like drumbeats at such a sight. Nothing can stand up to it in the long run" The people here had no assets, and if they did, then they didn't have the strength to use them, on the contrary, "they fritter them away." There, "where human potential is negated." Where ugliness offered itself everywhere like" the sexual imperative." The whole region was "sodden with disease." In this valley corruption spoke "sign language so that the deaf could hear it": things that elsewhere took care to remain hidden till shortly before their objective, here showed no such fastidiousness: "people wear their tuberculosis on their sleeves. They wear it on the outside, shamelessly, so that the glacier wind can whirl them away like a pile of dead leaves.