You will become wrought up, and 'het up,' as Granny Moreland says, and it will make you very ill.

When we drive the fever from your blood, the ache from your bones, the poison of wrong conditions from your soul, and good, healthy, red corpuscles begin pumping through your little heart like a windmill, you can stake your life you're going to love it here.

And the location and work are not all you're going to care for either, honey.

Now just wait! That was not 'nominated in the bond.' I'm allowed to talk.

I never agreed not to SAY things.