There's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up. It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find it's way to a mouth.

Silas Marner, the Weaver of Raveloe (ed. George Eliot, 2016) - ISBN: 9786050458763