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I
say
ditch
Minnesota
,
but
hold
onto
your
transcontinental
dragnet
.
With
trouble
and
riots
everywhere
,
you
won
’
t
be
able
to
keep
people
in
line
unless
you
have
transportation
—
troop
transportation
—
unless
you
hold
your
soldiers
within
a
few
days
’
journey
of
any
point
on
the
continent
.
This
is
no
time
to
retrench
.
Don
’
t
get
yellow
,
listening
to
all
that
talk
.
You
’
ve
got
the
country
in
your
pocket
.
Just
keep
it
there
.
"
"
In
the
long
run
—
"
Mouch
started
uncertainly
.
"
In
the
long
run
,
we
’
ll
all
be
dead
,
"
snapped
Cuffy
Meigs
.
He
was
pacing
restlessly
.
"
Retrenching
,
hell
!
There
’
s
plenty
of
pickings
left
in
California
and
Oregon
and
all
those
places
.
What
I
’
ve
been
thinking
is
,
we
ought
to
think
of
expanding
—
the
way
things
are
,
there
’
s
nobody
to
stop
us
,
it
’
s
there
for
the
taking
—
Mexico
,
and
Canada
maybe
—
it
ought
to
be
a
cinch
.
"
Then
she
saw
the
answer
;
she
saw
the
secret
premise
behind
their
words
.
With
all
of
their
noisy
devotion
to
the
age
of
science
,
their
hysterically
technological
jargon
,
their
cyclotrons
,
their
sound
rays
,
these
men
were
moved
forward
,
not
by
the
image
of
an
industrial
skyline
,
but
by
the
vision
of
that
form
of
existence
which
the
industrialists
had
swept
away
—
the
vision
of
a
fat
,
unhygienic
rajah
of
India
,
with
vacant
eyes
staring
in
indolent
stupor
out
of
stagnant
layers
of
flesh
,
with
nothing
to
do
but
run
precious
gems
through
his
fingers
and
,
once
in
a
while
,
stick
a
knife
into
the
body
of
a
starved
,
toil
-
dazed
,
germ
-
eaten
creature
,
as
a
claim
to
a
few
grains
of
the
creature
’
s
rice
,
then
claim
it
from
hundreds
of
millions
of
such
creatures
and
thus
let
the
rice
grains
gather
into
gems
.
She
had
thought
that
industrial
production
was
a
value
not
to
be
questioned
by
anyone
;
she
had
thought
that
these
men
’
s
urge
to
expropriate
the
factories
of
others
was
their
acknowledgment
of
the
factories
value
.
She
,
born
of
the
industrial
revolution
,
had
not
held
as
conceivable
,
had
forgotten
along
with
the
tales
of
astrology
and
alchemy
,
what
these
men
knew
in
their
secret
,
furtive
souls
,
knew
not
by
means
of
thought
,
but
by
means
of
that
nameless
muck
which
they
called
their
instincts
and
emotions
:
that
so
long
as
men
struggle
to
stay
alive
,
they
’
ll
never
produce
so
little
but
that
the
man
with
the
club
won
’
t
be
able
to
seize
it
and
leave
them
still
less
,
provided
millions
of
them
are
willing
to
submit
—
that
the
harder
their
work
and
the
less
their
gain
,
the
more
submissive
the
fiber
of
their
spirit
—
that
men
who
live
by
pulling
levers
at
an
electric
switchboard
,
are
not
easily
ruled
,
but
men
who
live
by
digging
the
soil
with
their
naked
fingers
,
are
—
that
the
feudal
baron
did
not
need
electronic
factories
in
order
to
drink
his
brains
away
out
of
jeweled
goblets
,
and
neither
did
the
rajahs
of
the
People
’
s
State
of
India
.
She
saw
what
they
wanted
and
to
what
goal
their
"
instincts
,
"
which
they
called
unaccountable
,
were
leading
them
.
She
saw
that
Eugene
Lawson
,
the
humanitarian
,
took
pleasure
at
the
prospect
of
human
starvation
—
and
Dr
.
Ferris
,
the
scientist
,
was
dreaming
of
the
day
when
men
would
return
to
the
hand
-
plow
.
Incredulity
and
indifference
were
her
only
reaction
:
incredulity
,
because
she
could
not
conceive
of
what
would
bring
human
beings
to
such
a
state
—
indifference
,
because
she
could
not
regard
those
who
reached
it
as
human
any
longer
.
They
went
on
talking
,
but
she
was
unable
to
speak
or
to
listen
.
