'Matthew twenty-five,' said Farmer. 'Inasmuch as you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me.' He went on paraphrasing, 'When I was hungry, you fed me. When I was thirsty, you gave me something to drink. When I was a stranger, you took me in. When I was naked, you gave me clothes. When I was sick, when I was in prison, you visited me. Then it says, Inasmuch as you did it not, you're screwed.' He smiled, swerving around another giant rut in the road."
Mountains Beyond Mountains, p, 185