"You please me mightily.

I hate to see sons of mine thriving on law, literally making their living out of the fruit of other men's discord.

I dislike seeing them sharpen their wits in trade, buying at the lowest limit, extorting the highest.

I don't want their horizons limited by city blocks, their feet on pavements, everything under the sun in their heads that concerns a scheme to make money; not room for an hour's thought or study in a whole day, about the really vital things of life.

After all, land and its products are the basis of everything; the city couldn't exist a day unless we feed and clothe it.