Anthony:
I hear a voice sometimes when I'm out here, and the voice says, "Go."
Rosemary:
Go? Do you not love the farm?
Anthony:
Love? Sure hate it for a prison. Came up out of it like a tree and here I am with it around me.
Rosemary:
Why don't you leave and follow the voice?
Anthony:
No.
Rosemary:
Why no?
Anthony:
There's these green fields... and the animals living off them. And over that there's us... living off the animals. And over that there's that which tends to us... and lives off us maybe. Whatever that is... it holds me here.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:08