“When I was at school my jography told as th’ world was shaped like a orange an’ I found out before I was ten that th’ whole orange doesn’t belong to nobody. No one owns more than his bit of a quarter an’ there’s times it seems like there’s not enow quarters to go round. But don’t you – none o’ you – think as you own th’ whole orange or you’ll find out that you’re mistaken, an’ you won’t find it out without hard knocks.”
