"A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus"
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E. B. White slips a whole ethic of American work into a pun that looks like a throwaway. “Handy man” is the old, practical ideal: fix the fence, mend the tool, keep things going with what you have. Then he tilts it with “humus,” the dark, decomposed matter that makes soil fertile, and lets the word echo “humor.” The joke lands because it refuses the sentimental portrait of the farmer as either rugged hero or folksy mascot. White’s farmer isn’t a myth; he’s competence plus relationship to dirt.
The intent is partly corrective. In a culture that often treats agriculture as either brute labor or pastoral nostalgia, White argues for a more precise kind of intelligence: embodied know-how anchored to ecology. “Nothing more nor less” is doing work, too. It’s a demystifier’s phrase, cutting the farmer down to size while quietly elevating the craft. Farming, in this view, isn’t abstract “stewardship” rhetoric; it’s the daily act of reading soil, timing, weather, decay, and renewal.
Subtext: the farmer who lacks “humus” is just a mechanic. Tools and muscle alone don’t make agriculture; fertility does, and fertility is slow, unseen, earned through patience and care. Written from White’s mid-century vantage point, when industrial farming and modern inputs were accelerating, the line doubles as a warning: you can be handy with machines and still lose the plot if you stop thinking in terms of living ground. White’s wit keeps it light, but the seriousness is in the soil.
The intent is partly corrective. In a culture that often treats agriculture as either brute labor or pastoral nostalgia, White argues for a more precise kind of intelligence: embodied know-how anchored to ecology. “Nothing more nor less” is doing work, too. It’s a demystifier’s phrase, cutting the farmer down to size while quietly elevating the craft. Farming, in this view, isn’t abstract “stewardship” rhetoric; it’s the daily act of reading soil, timing, weather, decay, and renewal.
Subtext: the farmer who lacks “humus” is just a mechanic. Tools and muscle alone don’t make agriculture; fertility does, and fertility is slow, unseen, earned through patience and care. Written from White’s mid-century vantage point, when industrial farming and modern inputs were accelerating, the line doubles as a warning: you can be handy with machines and still lose the plot if you stop thinking in terms of living ground. White’s wit keeps it light, but the seriousness is in the soil.
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