Hops Quotes

“This business of petty inconvenience and indignity, of being kept waiting about, of having to do everything at other people’s convenience, is inherent in working-class life. A thousand influences constantly press a working man down into a passive role. He does not act, he is acted upon. He feels himself the slave of mysterious authority and has a firm conviction that ‘they’ will never allow him to do this, that, and the other. Once when I was hop-picking I asked the sweated pickers (they earn something under sixpence an hour) why they did not form a union. I was told immediately that ‘they’ would never allow it. Who were ‘they’? I asked. Nobody seemed to know, but evidently ‘they’ were omnipotent.”
― George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier

“What's your enterprise of choice?"
Vane grinned. "Hops."
Patience blinked. "Hops?"
"A vital ingredient used to flavor and clarify beers. I own Pembury Manor, an estate near Tunbridge in Kent."
"And you grow hops?"
Vane's smile teased. "As well as apples, pears, cherries, and cob nuts."
Drawing back in her saddle, Patience stared at him. "You're a farmer!"
One brown brow rose. "Among other things."
Recognizing the glint in his eyes, she swallowed a humph.”
― Stephanie Laurens, A Rake's Vow

“It was there! Gentle, gradual, but it was all there. The bosky earth, the pale moist scents of the sun-warmed air. The sweet tang of nearby cattle. The hundred green aromas this countryside had always brought her: ancient, dark green, leaf of oak and ash, sharp pine. The fresh and ever-present back-note of grass, herbal, mellowed by the residue of that morning's dew. And the hops, funky with spice, with the new wood and bright fruit of the vine.
They plunged into the kitchen garden, assailed then with a whole new section of the orchestra of green scents, plus a choir of floral top notes. Her eyes scanned between the flowers, the overgrown tendrils and thorns. What was edible? What was good?”
― Catherine Kurtz, Feast