Nothing of the kind; they do all these things in their houses and sheds, with common charcoal fires, and a quantity of straw to stop up the crevices in the doors and windows.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
People surround themselves in their houses with things they don't really need, that they have to dust all the time.
Suburban houses and tin sheds are often the objects of ridicule.
Their houses are all built in the shape of tents, with very high chimneys.
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
What they are doing is taking something that otherwise creates pollution and turning it into something useful.
My wife, Daniela, and I live in an old house from 1810 with three fireplaces at the end of a dead-end dirt road on Cape Cod, so I turn the trees into firewood for us and a friend of mine sells the rest.
This means that they are bound by law and custom to plough the fields of their masters, harvest the corn, gather it into barns, and thresh and winnow the grain; they must also mow and carry home the hay, cut and collect wood, and perform all manner of tasks of this kind.
The more living patterns there are in a place - a room, a building, or a town - the more it comes to life as an entirety, the more it glows, the more it has that self-maintaining fire which is the quality without a name.
Firefighters go where they're needed, sometimes ignoring the dangers even when no one is inside a burning building to be saved.
People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.