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But
they
wouldn
’
t
give
me
a
chance
.
"
"
You
were
not
the
president
of
the
Twentieth
Century
Motor
Company
,
were
you
?
I
believe
you
headed
a
corporation
called
Amalgamated
Service
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
but
it
’
s
the
same
thing
.
We
took
over
their
factory
.
We
were
going
to
do
just
as
well
as
they
did
.
Better
.
We
were
just
as
important
.
Who
the
hell
was
Jed
Starnes
anyway
?
Nothing
but
a
backwoods
garage
mechanic
—
did
you
know
that
that
’
s
how
he
started
?
—
without
any
background
at
all
.
My
family
once
belonged
to
the
New
York
Four
Hundred
.
My
grandfather
was
a
member
of
the
national
legislature
.
It
’
s
not
my
fault
that
my
father
couldn
’
t
afford
to
give
me
a
car
of
my
own
,
when
he
sent
me
to
school
.
All
the
other
boys
had
cars
.
My
family
name
was
just
as
good
as
any
of
theirs
.
When
I
went
to
college
—
"
He
broke
off
abruptly
.
"
What
newspaper
did
you
say
you
’
re
from
?
"
She
had
given
him
her
name
;
she
did
not
know
why
she
now
felt
glad
that
he
had
not
recognized
it
and
why
she
preferred
not
to
enlighten
him
.
"
I
did
not
say
I
was
from
a
newspaper
,
"
she
answered
,
"
I
need
some
information
on
that
motor
factory
for
a
private
purpose
of
my
own
,
not
for
publication
.
"
"
Oh
.
"
He
looked
disappointed
.
He
went
on
sullenly
,
as
if
she
were
guilty
of
a
deliberate
offense
against
him
.
"
I
thought
maybe
you
came
for
an
advance
interview
because
I
’
m
writing
my
autobiography
.
"
He
pointed
to
the
papers
on
the
table
.
"
And
what
I
intend
to
tell
is
plenty
.
I
intend
—
Oh
,
hell
!
"
he
said
suddenly
,
remembering
something
.
He
rushed
to
the
stove
,
lifted
the
lid
off
the
pot
and
went
through
the
motions
of
stirring
the
stew
,
hatefully
,
paying
no
attention
to
his
performance
.
He
flung
the
wet
spoon
down
on
the
stove
,
letting
the
grease
drip
into
the
gas
burners
,
and
came
back
to
the
table
.
"
Yeah
,
I
’
ll
write
my
autobiography
if
anybody
ever
gives
me
a
chance
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
can
I
concentrate
on
serious
work
when
this
is
the
sort
of
thing
I
have
to
do
?
"
He
jerked
his
head
at
the
stove
.
"
Friends
,
huh
!
Those
people
think
that
just
because
they
took
me
in
,
they
can
exploit
me
like
a
Chinese
coolie
!
Just
because
I
had
no
other
place
to
go
.
They
have
it
easy
,
those
good
old
friends
of
mine
.
He
never
lifts
a
finger
around
the
house
,
just
sits
in
his
store
all
day
;
a
lousy
little
two
-
bit
stationery
store
—
can
it
compare
in
importance
with
the
book
I
’
m
writing
?
And
she
goes
out
shopping
and
asks
me
to
watch
her
damn
stew
for
her
.
