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...continued from earlier post,"An Unofficial Rose", this is a paragraph from a novel by the same name authored by Iris Murdoch. Randall, the horticulturist, once a creator of exquisite hybrid roses, wants to quit.
...He told himself that he was tired of it all anyway: tired of the endless feverish race to market new floribundas and new hybrid roses, the endless tormenting of nature to produce new forms and colours far inferior to the old and having to recommend them only the brief charm of novelty. What was it all for? the expulsion of the red, the expulsion of the blue, the pursuit of the lurid, the metallic, the startling and the new? It was after all a vulgar persuit. The true rose, the miracle of Nature, owed nothing to the hand of man...
