There's something in it when a body like the widow or the parson prays, but it don't work for me, and I reckon it don't work for only just the right kind.
You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean before they came here I could stand it. . . But now it has changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople. " - J. R. Isidore