October 26, 2015 - 16:17
pg. 104
“For your mother. If I can’t take care of her, they’ll put her away. She won’t have her garden. Her seeds. They’re all she remembers, Yumi.”
pg. 124
"Go back to language for a moment, Frankie, and think about this: Genetic engineering is changing the semantics, the meaning of life itself. We’re trying to usurp the plant’s choice. To force alien words into the plant’s poem, but we got a problem. We barely know the root language. Genetic grammar’s mystery, and our engineers are just one click up the revolutionary ladder from a roomful of monkeys, typing random sonnets on a bank of typewriters. We’ve learned a lot about letters-maybe our ability to read and spell words now sits halfway between accident and design-but our syntax is still haphazard. Scrambled. It’s a semiotic nightmare.”
pg. 162
So what you are sitting on here at Fullers’ Seeds is a library containing the genetic information of hundreds, maybe thousands of seeds-rare fruits and flowers and vegetables, heritage breeds many of them, and lots of exotics. These seeds embody the fruitful collaboration between nature and humankind, the history of our race and our migrations. Talk about narrative!”