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"
But
this
is
a
matter
of
the
spirit
,
"
said
Lawson
;
his
voice
had
a
tone
,
not
of
rational
respect
,
but
of
superstitious
awe
.
"
We
’
re
not
interfering
with
anybody
’
s
spirit
.
But
when
you
print
a
book
on
paper
,
it
becomes
a
material
commodity
—
and
if
we
grant
an
exception
to
one
commodity
,
we
won
’
t
be
able
to
hold
the
others
in
line
and
we
won
’
t
be
able
to
make
anything
stick
.
"
"
Yes
,
that
’
s
true
.
But
—
"
"
Don
’
t
be
a
chump
,
Gene
,
"
said
Dr
.
Ferris
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
some
recalcitrant
hacks
to
come
out
with
treatises
that
will
wreck
our
entire
program
,
do
you
?
If
you
breathe
the
word
‘
censorship
’
now
,
they
’
ll
all
scream
bloody
murder
.
They
’
re
not
ready
for
it
—
as
yet
.
But
if
you
leave
the
spirit
alone
and
make
it
a
simple
material
issue
—
not
a
matter
of
ideas
,
but
just
a
matter
of
paper
,
ink
and
printing
presses
—
you
accomplish
your
purpose
much
more
smoothly
.
You
’
ll
make
sure
that
nothing
dangerous
gets
printed
or
heard
—
and
nobody
is
going
to
fight
over
a
material
issue
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
.
.
.
but
I
don
’
t
think
the
writers
will
like
it
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
asked
Wesley
Mouch
,
with
a
glance
that
was
almost
a
smile
,
"
Don
’
t
forget
that
under
Point
Five
,
the
publishers
will
have
to
publish
as
many
books
as
they
did
in
the
Basic
Year
.
Since
there
will
be
no
new
ones
,
they
will
have
to
reprint
—
and
the
public
will
have
to
buy
—
some
of
the
old
ones
.
There
are
many
very
worthy
books
that
have
never
had
a
fair
chance
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Lawson
;
he
remembered
that
he
had
seen
Mouch
lunching
with
Balph
Eubank
two
weeks
ago
.
Then
he
shook
his
head
and
frowned
.
"
Still
,
I
’
m
worried
.
The
intellectuals
are
our
friends
.
We
don
’
t
want
to
lose
them
.
They
can
make
an
awful
lot
of
trouble
.
"
"
They
won
’
t
,
"
said
Fred
Kinnan
.
"
Your
kind
of
intellectuals
are
the
first
to
scream
when
it
’
s
safe
—
and
the
first
to
shut
their
traps
at
the
first
sign
of
danger
.
They
spend
years
spitting
at
the
man
who
feeds
them
—
and
they
lick
the
hand
of
the
man
who
slaps
their
drooling
faces
.
Didn
’
t
they
deliver
every
country
of
Europe
,
one
after
another
,
to
committees
of
goons
,
just
like
this
one
here
?
Didn
’
t
they
scream
their
heads
off
to
shut
out
every
burglar
alarm
and
to
break
every
padlock
open
for
the
goons
?
Have
you
heard
a
peep
out
of
them
since
?
Didn
’
t
they
scream
that
they
were
the
friends
of
labor
?
Do
you
hear
them
raising
their
voices
about
the
chain
gangs
,
the
slave
camps
,
the
fourteen
-
hour
workday
and
the
mortality
from
scurvy
in
the
People
’
s
States
of
Europe
?
No
,
but
you
do
hear
them
telling
the
whip
-
beaten
wretches
that
starvation
is
prosperity
,
that
slavery
is
freedom
,
that
torture
chambers
are
brother
-
love
and
that
if
the
wretches
don
’
t
understand
it
,
then
it
’
s
their
own
fault
that
they
suffer
,
and
it
’
s
the
mangled
corpses
in
the
jail
cellars
who
’
re
to
blame
for
all
their
troubles
,
not
the
benevolent
leaders
!
Intellectuals
?
You
might
have
to
worry
about
any
other
breed
of
men
,
but
not
about
the
modern
intellectuals
:
they
’
ll
swallow
anything
.
I
don
’
t
feel
so
safe
about
the
lousiest
wharf
rat
in
the
longshoremen
’
s
union
:
he
’
s
liable
to
remember
suddenly
that
he
is
a
man
—
and
then
I
won
’
t
be
able
to
keep
him
in
line
.
But
the
intellectuals
?
That
’
s
the
one
thing
they
’
ve
forgotten
long
ago
.
I
guess
it
’
s
the
one
thing
that
all
their
education
was
aimed
to
make
them
forget
.
Do
anything
you
please
to
the
intellectuals
.
They
’
ll
take
it
.
"
