Heard the sound of a house wren in the back. How could such a small bird make so much noise?
Lady in a Box:
Oh, Mr. Webb? Mr. Webb, is there any culture or love of beauty in Grovers Corners?
Mr. Webb:
Well, ma'am, there aint much--not in the sense you mean. Come to think of it, there's some girls that play the piano at High School Commencement, but they aint happy about it. No ma'am there isn't much, but maybe this is the place to tell you that we've got a lot of pleasures of a kind here: we like the sun comin' up over the mountains in the morning, and we all notice a good deal about the birds. We pay a lot of attention to them. And we watch the change of seasons; yes, everybody knows about them. But those other things--you're right ma'am--there aint much-- Robinson Crusoe and the Bible; and Handel's "Largo," we all know about that; and Whistler's "Mother"-- those are about as far as we go.
Our Town
Thornton Wilder
Ira, Vermont
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