“If we can grow happiness, can we also grow misery?” I asked her. “Do you grow thistles or ragworts?” Fabienne said. “Do you mean misery grows by itself, like thistles and ragworts?” “Or by god,” Fabienne said. “Who knows?” “But happiness, can it grow by itself?” “What do you think?” “I think happiness should be like thistles and ragworts. Misery should be like exotic orchids.”
