This isn't my house, nor his house; no, it isn't your house either. It belongs to us. When I live in it, it's mine; and when I move away it's his and then yours. By rights, it is Everyman's. The fields in back of the house that I have planned so carefully, and the young green things shooting up in them are not mine. I did the work, yes, it was my turn to do it. But that doesn't make the fields nor the crop mine. It too is Everyman's. Next month when I leave this house and the fields and crop, a new tenant will come here. His job will be mine, I will have a new one.
"Utopian Ideas and Everyman,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
, Article 15.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss3/15