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A
year
ago
,
he
thought
,
they
would
have
shot
him
;
two
years
ago
,
they
would
have
confiscated
his
property
;
generations
ago
,
men
of
their
kind
had
been
able
to
afford
the
luxury
of
murder
and
expropriation
,
the
safety
of
pretending
to
themselves
and
their
victims
that
material
loot
was
their
only
objective
.
But
their
time
was
running
out
and
his
fellow
victims
had
gone
,
gone
sooner
than
any
historical
schedule
had
promised
,
and
they
,
the
looters
,
were
now
left
to
face
the
undisguised
reality
of
their
own
goal
.
"
Look
,
boys
,
"
he
said
wearily
.
"
I
know
what
you
want
.
You
want
to
eat
my
mills
and
have
them
,
too
.
And
all
I
want
to
know
is
this
:
what
makes
you
think
it
’
s
possible
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
mean
,
"
said
Mouch
in
an
injured
tone
of
voice
.
"
We
said
we
didn
’
t
want
your
mills
.
"
"
All
right
,
I
’
ll
say
it
more
precisely
:
You
want
to
eat
me
and
have
me
,
too
.
How
do
you
propose
to
do
it
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
how
you
can
say
that
,
after
we
’
ve
given
you
every
assurance
that
we
consider
you
of
invaluable
importance
to
the
country
,
to
the
steel
industry
,
to
—
"
"
I
believe
you
.
That
’
s
what
makes
the
riddle
harder
.
You
consider
me
of
invaluable
importance
to
the
country
?
Hell
,
you
consider
me
of
invaluable
importance
even
to
your
own
necks
.
You
sit
there
trembling
,
because
you
know
that
I
’
m
the
last
one
left
to
save
your
lives
—
and
you
know
that
time
is
as
short
as
that
.
Yet
you
propose
a
plan
to
destroy
me
,
a
plan
which
demands
,
with
an
idiot
’
s
crudeness
,
without
loopholes
,
detours
or
escape
,
that
I
work
at
a
loss
—
that
I
work
,
with
every
ton
I
pour
costing
me
more
than
I
’
ll
get
for
it
—
that
I
feed
the
last
of
my
wealth
away
until
we
all
starve
together
.
That
much
irrationality
is
not
possible
to
any
man
or
any
looter
.
For
your
own
sake
—
never
mind
the
country
’
s
or
mine
—
you
must
be
counting
on
something
.
What
?
"
He
saw
the
getting
-
away
-
with
-
it
look
on
their
faces
,
a
peculiar
look
that
seemed
secretive
,
yet
resentful
,
as
if
,
incredibly
,
it
were
he
who
was
hiding
some
secret
from
them
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
why
you
should
choose
to
take
such
a
defeatist
view
of
the
situation
,
"
said
Mouch
sullenly
.
"
Defeatist
?
Do
you
really
expect
me
to
be
able
to
remain
in
business
under
your
Plan
?
"
