Jensen

“There's a part of Rose that, when she watches her silent and mysterious brother bringing down an axe through wood or driving a plough through a field, wants to drag to his side all the people who called him "simple" or "useless" and say: Look. Do you see? I dare you to tease him now, go on, I dare you. She wants to yank them up the hillside by their collars and show them the loft full of tied stooks of hay, the walls and fences without a hole, their lean-to stacked with turf, their beasts placid and plump, and say: Guess who did all that? Not so useless after all.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Land