I like to watch things grow.

They grow and bloom, and fade and die, and change into something else.  ah, life.

I should like to change into a sunflower most of all.  They’re so tall and simple.  What flower would you like to be?

Yes, yes, yes….

You see Harold, I feel that much of the worlds sorrow comes from people who are this, yet, allow themselves to be treated as that.