And as Paul said these things to himself, a wave of sadness washed over them as though they'd been written in sand. He was understanding now that no man could live without roots—roots in a patch of desert, a red clay field, a mountain slope, a rocky coast, a city street. In black loan, in mud or sand or rock or asphalt or carpet, every man had his roots down deep—in home.


Chapter 23 (p. 227) - Player Piano (1952)

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And as Paul said these things to himself, a wave of sadness washed over them as though they'd been written in sand. He was understanding now that no...

And as Paul said these things to himself, a wave of sadness washed over them as though they'd been written in sand. He was understanding now that no...

And as Paul said these things to himself, a wave of sadness washed over them as though they'd been written in sand. He was understanding now that no...

And as Paul said these things to himself, a wave of sadness washed over them as though they'd been written in sand. He was understanding now that no...