"The pulpit! And then all my life I'd be thinking of other people's faults and failings. A fine time I'd have, trying to chase my friends to hell."
The next suggestion followed in due order.
"There's Oratory; some of the great Kentucky orators have been bluegrass farmers. There is Southern Oratory."
"Oratory—where would I get my gas?"
"Manufacture it. It always has to be manufactured. The consumer always manufactures."
"If I went in for oratory, you know I'd come out in Congress; you know they always do: then no farm for me again."
"That is, unless—you know, Congress might adjourn and hold its sessions—that same idea—to accommodate you—!"
"I'd like to be a soldier and I'd like to be a farmer, if I could get the two professions together."
"They went together regularly in pioneer Kentucky. The soldiers were farmers and the farmers were soldiers."
"And then if I could be a doctor. That's what I'd like best. To be a soldier and a farmer and a doctor."