# Quote — Robert S. Stone, A Hall of Mirrors

> A different voice sounded from the field now, an old man's voice.
>
> "Where are they now," the voice asked sadly, "those godly farms, the dear little streets of homely homes and friendly faces? Ploughed under, I say, or about to be - in this black age of arrogance and agitation, misfits and miscegenation! Friends, a teeming rootless rabble gnaws at the sacred fabric of our way of life. The sun shone less brightly on God's country this morning."

- Author: [Robert S. Stone](https://www.leafyquotes.com/robert-s-stone.md)
- Book: [A Hall of Mirrors](https://www.leafyquotes.com/robert-s-stone/a-hall-of-mirrors.md)
- Page: 308
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