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Uh
?
"
"
Collect
your
job
.
Pick
it
off
the
bush
where
you
think
it
grows
.
"
"
I
mean
—
"
"
You
mean
that
it
doesn
’
t
?
You
mean
that
you
need
it
,
but
can
’
t
create
it
?
You
mean
that
you
’
re
entitled
to
a
job
which
I
must
create
for
you
?
"
"
Yes
!
"
"
And
if
I
don
’
t
?
"
The
silence
went
stretching
through
second
after
second
.
"
I
don
’
t
understand
you
,
"
said
Philip
;
his
voice
had
the
angry
bewilderment
of
a
man
who
recites
the
formulas
of
a
well
-
tested
role
,
but
keeps
getting
the
wrong
cues
in
answer
.
"
I
don
’
t
understand
why
one
can
’
t
talk
to
you
any
more
.
I
don
’
t
understand
what
sort
of
theory
you
’
re
propounding
and
—
"
"
Oh
yes
,
you
do
.
"
As
if
refusing
to
believe
that
the
formulas
could
fail
,
Philip
burst
out
with
:
"
Since
when
did
you
take
to
abstract
philosophy
?
You
’
re
only
a
businessman
,
you
’
re
not
qualified
to
deal
with
questions
of
principle
,
you
ought
to
leave
it
to
the
experts
who
have
conceded
for
centuries
—
"
