"But fellers, I pleaded into the whorled ear of rain, fair's fair, now, isn't it? Fair's fair?
Yet, even in the face of that time-revered truth, the phantoms hung back; fair might be fair and all, they couldn't argue with that, but when it came to first baseman--or second or third--they wanted a cool head and a brave heart, not some dang punk who throws his fist up in front of his specs every time he sees a fast one skipping in his general direction.
But guys...
Not some dang sissy who falters, fidgets, and finally faints dead away and wakes up five minutes later with his trousers around his ankles and an ammonia capsule under his nose--just because a nurse pricked him from behind with a little penicillin.
Wait, fellers; it wasn't just a prick. The needle was this long!
This long, the sissy says. This long. Willa listen at him.
It was so! Please, fellers ...maybe home base?
Home base. Willa just listen at the pantywaist.... C'mon; let's get at it..."
Sometimes a Great Notion, Ken Kesey