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Experiments in Convalescence
Tomlaughed,andAmorycontinuedtriumphantly.
"Wewanttobelieve.Youngstudentstrytobelieveinolderauthors,constituentstrytobelieveintheirCongressmen,countriestrytobelieveintheirstatesmen,buttheycan’t.Toomanyvoices,toomuchscattered,illogical,ill-consideredcriticism.It’sworseinthecaseofnewspapers.Anyrich,unprogressiveoldpartywiththatparticularlygrasping,acquisitiveformofmentalityknownasfinancialgeniuscanownapaperthatistheintellectualmeatanddrinkofthousandsoftired,hurriedmen,mentooinvolvedinthebusinessofmodernlivingtoswallowanythingbutpredigestedfood.Fortwocentsthevoterbuyshispolitics,prejudices,andphilosophy.Ayearlaterthereisanewpoliticalringorachangeinthepaper’sownership,consequence:moreconfusion,morecontradiction,asuddeninrushofnewideas,theirtempering,theirdistillation,thereactionagainstthem—"
Hepausedonlytogethisbreath.
"AndthatiswhyIhaveswornnottoputpentopaperuntilmyideaseitherclarifyordepartentirely;Ihavequiteenoughsinsonmysoulwithoutputtingdangerous,shallowepigramsintopeople’sheads;Imightcauseapoor,inoffensivecapitalisttohaveavulgarliaisonwithabomb,orgetsomeinnocentlittleBolsheviktangledupwithamachine-gunbullet—"
TomwasgrowingrestlessunderthislampooningofhisconnectionwithTheNewDemocracy.
"What’sallthisgottodowithyourbeingbored?"
Amoryconsideredthatithadmuchtodowithit.
"How’llIfitin?"hedemanded.
