think that makes a damn’s worth of difference to all the people who wear their bodies to a nub so you can sit here in your pretty little house and”—here he paused, trying to sum up the aim of tea—“feel serene? Carpenters, tea pickers, charcoal men?” “Tea gives them work,” ukako demurred. “Tea keeps them exactly where they are. Tea keeps them exactly the way it once kept me.”
