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If
men
fall
for
some
vicious
piece
of
insanity
,
when
they
have
no
way
to
make
it
work
and
no
possible
reason
to
explain
their
choice
—
it
’
s
because
they
have
a
reason
that
they
do
not
wish
to
tell
.
And
we
weren
’
t
so
innocent
either
,
when
we
voted
for
that
plan
at
the
first
meeting
.
We
didn
’
t
do
it
just
because
we
believed
that
the
drippy
old
guff
they
spewed
was
good
.
We
had
another
reason
,
but
the
guff
helped
us
to
hide
it
from
our
neighbors
and
from
ourselves
.
The
guff
gave
us
a
chance
to
pass
off
as
virtue
something
that
we
’
d
be
ashamed
to
admit
otherwise
.
There
wasn
’
t
a
man
voting
for
it
who
didn
’
t
think
that
under
a
setup
of
this
kind
he
’
d
muscle
in
on
the
profits
of
the
men
abler
than
himself
.
There
wasn
’
t
a
man
rich
and
smart
enough
but
that
he
didn
’
t
think
that
somebody
was
richer
and
smarter
,
and
this
plan
would
give
him
a
share
of
his
better
’
s
wealth
and
brain
.
But
while
he
was
thinking
that
he
’
d
get
unearned
benefits
from
the
men
above
,
he
forgot
about
the
men
below
who
’
d
get
unearned
benefits
,
too
.
He
forgot
about
all
his
inferiors
who
’
d
rush
to
drain
him
just
as
he
hoped
to
drain
his
superiors
.
The
worker
who
liked
the
idea
that
his
need
entitled
him
to
a
limousine
like
his
boss
’
s
,
forgot
that
every
bum
and
beggar
on
earth
would
come
howling
that
their
need
entitled
them
to
an
icebox
like
his
own
.
That
was
our
real
motive
when
we
voted
—
that
was
the
truth
of
it
—
but
we
didn
’
t
like
to
think
it
,
so
the
less
we
liked
it
,
the
louder
we
yelled
about
our
love
for
the
common
good
.
"
Well
,
we
got
what
we
asked
for
.
By
the
time
we
saw
what
it
was
that
we
’
d
asked
for
,
it
was
too
late
.
We
were
trapped
,
with
no
place
to
go
.
The
best
men
among
us
left
the
factory
in
the
first
week
of
the
plan
.
We
lost
our
best
engineers
,
superintendents
,
foremen
and
highest
skilled
workers
.
A
man
of
self
-
respect
doesn
’
t
turn
into
a
milch
cow
for
anybody
.
Some
able
fellows
tried
to
stick
it
out
,
but
they
couldn
’
t
take
it
for
long
.
We
kept
losing
our
men
,
they
kept
escaping
from
the
factory
like
from
a
pesthole
—
till
we
had
nothing
left
except
the
men
of
need
,
but
none
of
the
men
of
ability
.
"
And
the
few
of
us
who
were
still
any
good
,
but
stayed
on
,
were
only
those
who
had
been
there
too
long
.
In
the
old
days
,
nobody
ever
quit
the
Twentieth
Century
—
and
,
somehow
,
we
couldn
’
t
make
ourselves
believe
that
it
was
gone
.
After
a
while
,
we
couldn
’
t
quit
,
because
no
other
employer
would
have
us
—
for
which
I
can
’
t
blame
him
.
Nobody
would
deal
with
us
in
any
way
,
no
respectable
person
or
firm
.
All
the
small
shops
,
where
we
traded
,
started
moving
out
of
Starnesville
fast
—
till
we
had
nothing
left
but
saloons
,
gambling
joints
and
crooks
who
sold
us
trash
at
gouging
prices
.
The
alms
we
got
kept
falling
,
but
the
cost
of
our
living
went
up
.
The
list
of
the
factory
’
s
needy
kept
stretching
,
but
the
list
of
its
customers
shrank
.
There
was
less
and
less
income
to
divide
among
more
and
more
people
.
In
the
old
days
,
it
used
to
be
said
that
the
Twentieth
Century
Motor
trademark
was
as
good
as
the
karat
mark
on
gold
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
was
that
the
Starnes
heirs
thought
,
if
they
thought
at
all
,
but
I
suppose
that
like
all
social
planners
and
like
savages
,
they
thought
that
this
trademark
was
a
magic
stamp
which
did
the
trick
by
some
sort
of
voodoo
power
and
that
it
would
keep
them
rich
,
as
it
had
kept
their
father
.
Well
,
when
our
customers
began
to
see
that
we
never
delivered
an
order
on
time
and
never
put
out
a
motor
that
didn
’
t
have
something
wrong
with
it
—
the
magic
stamp
began
to
work
the
other
way
around
:
people
wouldn
’
t
take
a
motor
as
a
gift
,
if
it
was
marked
Twentieth
Century
,
and
it
came
to
where
our
only
customers
were
men
who
never
paid
and
never
meant
to
pay
their
bills
.
But
Gerald
Starnes
,
doped
by
his
own
publicity
,
got
huffy
and
went
around
,
with
an
air
of
moral
superiority
,
demanding
that
businessmen
place
orders
with
us
,
not
because
our
motors
were
good
,
but
because
we
needed
the
orders
so
badly
.
"
By
that
time
,
a
village
half
-
wit
could
see
what
generations
of
professors
had
pretended
not
to
notice
.
What
good
would
our
need
do
to
a
power
plant
when
its
generators
stopped
because
of
our
defective
engines
?
What
good
would
it
do
to
a
man
caught
on
an
operating
table
when
the
electric
light
went
out
?
What
good
would
it
do
to
the
passengers
of
a
plane
when
its
motor
failed
in
mid
-
air
?
And
if
they
bought
our
product
,
not
because
of
its
merit
,
but
because
of
our
need
,
would
that
be
the
good
,
the
right
,
the
moral
thing
to
do
for
the
owner
of
that
power
plant
,
the
surgeon
in
that
hospital
,
the
maker
of
that
plane
?
