“The currency of the nursery is touch, and Bartholomew spends freely, hugging and tickling and tousling hair. 'The code says we should respect each other,' the small ones cry. 'The code says that we mustn't feed ourselves until we see that all the limbless ones have somebody to feed them. The code says that every person's work is good, and none is better than any other.' The small ones recite their lessons, and he listens.”
Book:Conscience Place
