"But now," says the Once-ler, "Now that you're here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear, UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.

Blog === That was long, long ago. But each day since that day I've say here and worried and worried away. Through the years, while my buildings have fallen apart, I've worried about it with all of my heart.

And all that the Lorax left here in this mess was a small pile of rocks, with the one word... "UNLESS." Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn't guess.

The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance... just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance... as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants. And I'll never forget the grim look on his face when he heisted himself and took leave of this place, through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.