"... against probability, some sort of indigenous, recognizable culture has been growing on western ranches and in western towns and even in western cities. It is the product not of the boomers but of the stickers, not of those who pillage and run but of those who settle, and love the life they have made and the place they have made it in. There are more of those, too, than there used to be, and they know a great deal more, and are better able to resist and sometimes prevent the extractive frenzy that periodically attacks them. " I believe that eventually, perhaps within a generation or two, they will work out some sort of compromise between what must be done to earn a living and what must be done to restore health to the earth, air, and water. I think they will learn to control corporate power and to dampen the excess that has always marked their region, and till arrive at a degree of stability and a reasonably sustainable economy based on resources that they will know how to cherish and renew." (p.xxii) Wallace Stegner. Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs: living and writing in the West. New York: Random House. 1992. |
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