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The Egotist Becomes a Personage
"Youobjecttothefactthatcapitalcontrolsprinting?"saidthebigman,fixinghimwithhisgoggles.
"Yes—andIobjecttodoingtheirmentalworkforthem.ItseemedtomethattherootofallthebusinessIsawaroundmeconsistedinoverworkingandunderpayingabunchofdubswhosubmittedtoit."
"Herenow,"saidthebigman,"you’llhavetoadmitthatthelaboringmaniscertainlyhighlypaid—fiveandsixhourdays—it’sridiculous.Youcan’tbuyanhonestday’sworkfromamaninthetrades-unions."
"You’vebroughtitonyourselves,"insistedAmory."Youpeoplenevermakeconcessionsuntilthey’rewrungoutofyou."
"Whatpeople?"
"Yourclass;theclassIbelongedtountilrecently;thosewhobyinheritanceorindustryorbrainsordishonestyhavebecomethemoneyedclass."
"Doyouimaginethatifthatroad-menderovertherehadthemoneyhe’dbeanymorewillingtogiveitup?"
"No,butwhat’sthatgottodowithit?"
Theoldermanconsidered.
"No,I’lladmitithasn’t.Itrathersoundsasifithadthough."
"Infact,"continuedAmory,"he’dbeworse.Thelowerclassesarenarrower,lesspleasantandpersonallymoreselfish—certainlymorestupid.Butallthathasnothingtodowiththequestion."
"Justexactlywhatisthequestion?"
HereAmoryhadtopausetoconsiderexactlywhatthequestionwas.
