A drunken judge in a remote Arizona town describes his companions in the local tavern:
"Chaff. When you harvest wheat you've got the useful stuff. That's wheat. But then you've got then useless stuff and that's chaff. This whole room is full of chaff."
[Reviewed in Cheaper by the Dozen 41]
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