of these weeds were found growing in fancy flower shops, they would bring a big price thru their sheer beauty.  The ragweed, for example, but plants are more graceful and even the leaves of the locust are scarcely more airy, dainty. My resentment grew as I went along – here I was ruthlessly cutting down some of my favorite plants, plants that I associate with my boyhood – healthy, homely plants, outlaws of the vegetable world, corresponding to the Huck Finns of humanity.  I had to call Bertha to the window and express to her my feeling about the matter – she agreed with me that it was a shame.
     But if ever a sickle should be used, tonight was the time, with the first sliver of the moon hanging in a rainy sky.  It had rained from time to time all day and the air was still filled with that silence and calmness that follows a heavy downpour.
     Before I started the slaughter, two plants had been marked for clemency – two fancy looking cabbage plants, apparently of spontaneous growth, that were flourishing healthily.   It suddenly occurred to me to extend the exemption to various other plants and let them stand as symbols to the critical world- when I was thru there were left a pennywort, a ragweed, a thistle and a huge luxuriant burdock.  Like me they are despised weeds – outlaws in the cultural worlds.  I decided I would cultivate them