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Eric
didn
’
t
care
for
money
—
he
wouldn
’
t
have
known
what
to
do
with
it
.
He
spent
his
time
hanging
around
among
us
,
showing
how
chummy
he
was
and
democratic
.
He
wanted
to
be
loved
,
it
seems
.
The
way
he
went
about
it
was
to
keep
reminding
us
that
he
had
given
us
the
factory
.
We
couldn
’
t
stand
him
.
"
Gerald
Starnes
was
our
Director
of
Production
.
We
never
learned
just
what
the
size
of
his
rake
-
off
—
his
alms
—
had
been
.
It
would
have
taken
a
staff
of
accountants
to
figure
that
out
,
and
a
staff
of
engineers
to
trace
the
way
it
was
piped
,
directly
or
indirectly
,
into
his
office
.
None
of
it
was
supposed
to
be
for
him
—
it
was
all
for
company
expenses
.
Gerald
had
three
cars
,
four
secretaries
,
five
telephones
,
and
he
used
to
throw
champagne
and
caviar
parties
that
no
tax
-
paying
tycoon
in
the
country
could
have
afforded
.
He
spent
more
money
in
one
year
than
his
father
had
earned
in
profits
in
the
last
two
years
of
his
life
.
We
saw
a
hundred
-
pound
stack
—
a
hundred
pounds
,
we
weighed
them
—
of
magazines
in
Gerald
’
s
office
,
full
of
stories
about
our
factory
and
our
noble
plan
,
with
big
pictures
of
Gerald
Starnes
,
calling
him
a
great
social
crusader
.
Gerald
liked
to
come
into
the
shops
at
night
,
dressed
in
his
formal
clothes
,
flashing
diamond
cuff
links
the
size
of
a
nickel
and
shaking
cigar
ashes
all
over
.
Any
cheap
show
-
off
who
’
s
got
nothing
to
parade
but
his
cash
,
is
bad
enough
—
except
that
he
makes
no
bones
about
the
cash
being
his
,
and
you
’
re
free
to
gape
at
him
or
not
,
as
you
wish
,
and
mostly
you
don
’
t
.
But
when
a
bastard
like
Gerald
Starnes
puts
on
an
act
and
keeps
spouting
that
he
doesn
’
t
care
for
material
wealth
,
that
he
’
s
only
serving
‘
the
family
,
’
that
all
the
lushness
is
not
for
himself
,
but
for
our
sake
and
for
the
common
good
,
because
it
’
s
necessary
to
keep
up
the
prestige
of
the
company
and
of
the
noble
plan
in
the
eyes
of
the
public
—
then
that
’
s
when
you
learn
to
hate
the
creature
as
you
’
ve
never
hated
anything
human
.
"
But
his
sister
Ivy
was
worse
.
She
really
did
not
care
for
material
wealth
.
The
alms
she
got
was
no
bigger
than
ours
,
and
she
went
about
in
scuffed
,
flat
-
heeled
shoes
and
shirtwaists
—
just
to
show
how
selfless
she
was
.
She
was
our
Director
of
Distribution
.
She
was
the
lady
in
charge
of
our
needs
.
She
was
the
one
who
held
us
by
the
throat
.
Of
course
,
distribution
was
supposed
to
be
decided
by
voting
—
by
the
voice
of
the
people
.
But
when
the
people
are
six
thousand
howling
voices
,
trying
to
decide
without
yardstick
,
rhyme
or
reason
,
when
there
are
no
rules
to
the
game
and
each
can
demand
anything
,
but
has
a
right
to
nothing
,
when
everybody
holds
power
over
everybody
’
s
life
except
his
own
—
then
it
turns
out
,
as
it
did
,
that
the
voice
of
the
people
is
Ivy
Starnes
.
By
the
end
of
the
second
year
,
we
dropped
the
pretense
of
the
‘
family
meetings
’
—
in
the
name
of
‘
production
efficiency
and
time
economy
,
’
one
meeting
used
to
take
ten
days
—
and
all
the
petitions
of
need
were
simply
sent
to
Miss
Starnes
’
office
.
No
,
not
sent
.
They
had
to
be
recited
to
her
in
person
by
every
petitioner
.
Then
she
made
up
a
distribution
list
,
which
she
read
to
us
for
our
vote
of
approval
at
a
meeting
that
lasted
three
-
quarters
of
an
hour
.
We
voted
approval
.
There
was
a
ten
-
minute
period
on
the
agenda
for
discussion
and
objections
.
We
made
no
objections
.
We
knew
better
by
that
time
.
Nobody
can
divide
a
factory
’
s
income
among
thousands
of
people
,
without
some
sort
of
a
gauge
to
measure
people
’
s
value
.
Her
gauge
was
bootlicking
.
Selfless
?
In
her
father
’
s
time
,
all
of
his
money
wouldn
’
t
have
given
him
a
chance
to
speak
to
his
lousiest
wiper
and
get
away
with
it
,
as
she
spoke
to
our
best
skilled
workers
and
their
wives
.
She
had
pale
eyes
that
looked
fishy
,
cold
and
dead
.
And
if
you
ever
want
to
see
pure
evil
,
you
should
have
seen
the
way
her
eyes
glinted
when
she
watched
some
man
who
’
d
talked
back
to
her
once
and
who
’
d
just
heard
his
name
on
the
list
of
those
getting
nothing
above
basic
pittance
.
And
when
you
saw
it
,
you
saw
the
real
motive
of
any
person
who
’
s
ever
preached
the
slogan
:
‘
From
each
according
to
his
ability
,
to
each
according
to
his
need
.
’
"
This
was
the
whole
secret
of
it
.
At
first
,
I
kept
wondering
how
it
could
be
possible
that
the
educated
,
the
cultured
,
the
famous
men
of
the
world
could
make
a
mistake
of
this
size
and
preach
,
as
righteousness
,
this
sort
of
abomination
—
when
five
minutes
of
thought
should
have
told
them
what
would
happen
if
somebody
tried
to
practice
what
they
preached
.
Now
I
know
that
they
didn
’
t
do
it
by
any
kind
of
mistake
.
Mistakes
of
this
size
are
never
made
innocently
.
