Howard wondered about a man who had never seen summer, a winter man, examining the weeds and making this inference—that he was looking at an ossuary. The man would take that as true and base his ideas of the world on that mistake. He would concoct narratives about when those thorny animals picked through the brush and fields, sketch outlandish guesses, publish papers, give talks in opulent rooms to serious men all wearing the same formal suits, draw conclusions, get it all wrong. Howard thought, I do not even know if that is ragweed or Queen Anne's lace.
Paul Harding, Tinkers
Sergio Gutiérrez Negrón