Ever worked on a farm? Not at all. I’ve ruined $20,000 worth of equipment. All the other farmers laugh at me.
So why? There’s nothing more American than being on a farm. I was planning to go to India and do the Buddhist-monk thing. But now I live on 155 acres of farmland wilderness. In Manhattan I had a maid. Here, if you leave something around the farm, no one picks up after you. It’s humbling.
And you’re seeking a wife? It’s a practical matter. I need someone to help me with the labor. The art for me is figuring out how to solicit for a farmer’s daughter.
How do you picture her? Has to be able to cook, handle the finances. Fertile. Gotta have kids. Otherwise it wouldn’t be real.
