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"
God
damn
you
,
don
’
t
you
suppose
I
know
it
?
"
Kip
Chalmers
had
curly
blond
hair
and
a
shapeless
mouth
.
He
came
from
a
semi
-
wealthy
,
semi
-
distinguished
family
,
but
he
sneered
at
wealth
and
distinction
in
a
manner
which
implied
that
only
a
top
rank
aristocrat
could
permit
himself
such
a
degree
of
cynical
indifference
.
He
had
graduated
from
a
college
which
specialized
in
breeding
that
kind
of
aristocracy
.
The
college
had
taught
him
that
the
purpose
of
ideas
is
to
fool
those
who
are
stupid
enough
to
think
.
He
had
made
his
way
in
Washington
with
the
grace
of
a
cat
-
burglar
,
climbing
from
bureau
to
bureau
as
from
ledge
to
ledge
of
a
crumbling
structure
.
He
was
ranked
as
semi
-
powerful
,
but
his
manner
made
laymen
mistake
him
for
nothing
less
than
Wesley
Mouch
.
For
reasons
of
his
own
particular
strategy
,
Kip
Chalmers
had
decided
to
enter
popular
politics
and
to
run
for
election
as
Legislator
from
California
,
though
he
knew
nothing
about
that
state
except
the
movie
industry
and
the
beach
clubs
.
His
campaign
manager
had
done
the
preliminary
work
,
and
Chalmers
was
now
on
his
way
to
face
his
future
constituents
for
the
first
time
at
an
over
publicized
rally
in
San
Francisco
tomorrow
night
.
The
manager
had
wanted
him
to
start
a
day
earlier
,
but
Charmers
had
stayed
in
Washington
to
attend
a
cocktail
party
and
had
taken
the
last
train
possible
.
He
had
shown
no
concern
about
the
rally
until
this
evening
,
when
he
noticed
that
the
Comet
was
running
six
hours
late
.
His
three
companions
did
not
mind
his
mood
:
they
liked
his
liquor
.
Tester
Tuck
,
his
campaign
manager
,
was
a
small
,
aging
man
with
a
face
that
looked
as
if
it
had
once
been
punched
in
and
had
never
rebounded
.
He
was
an
attorney
who
,
some
generations
earlier
,
would
have
represented
shoplifters
and
people
who
stage
accidents
on
the
premises
of
rich
corporations
;
now
he
found
that
he
could
do
better
by
representing
men
like
Kip
Chalmers
.
Laura
Bradford
was
Chalmers
’
current
mistress
;
he
liked
her
because
his
predecessor
had
been
Wesley
Mouch
.
She
was
a
movie
actress
who
had
forced
her
way
from
competent
featured
player
to
incompetent
star
,
not
by
means
of
sleeping
with
studio
executives
,
but
by
taking
the
long
-
distance
short
cut
of
sleeping
with
bureaucrats
.
She
talked
economics
,
instead
of
glamor
,
for
press
interviews
,
in
the
belligerently
righteous
style
of
a
third
-
rate
tabloid
;
her
economics
consisted
of
the
assertion
that
"
we
’
ve
got
to
help
the
poor
.
"
Gilbert
Keith
-
Worthing
was
Chalmers
’
guest
,
for
no
reason
that
either
of
them
could
discover
.
He
was
a
British
novelist
of
world
fame
,
who
had
been
popular
thirty
years
ago
;
since
then
,
nobody
bothered
to
read
what
he
wrote
,
but
everybody
accepted
him
as
a
walking
classic
.
He
had
been
considered
profound
for
uttering
such
things
as
:
"
Freedom
?
Do
let
’
s
stop
talking
about
freedom
.
Freedom
is
impossible
.
Man
can
never
be
free
of
hunger
,
of
cold
,
of
disease
,
of
physical
accidents
.
He
can
never
be
free
of
the
tyranny
of
nature
.
So
why
should
he
object
to
the
tyranny
of
a
political
dictatorship
?
"
