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Edited on Tue Sep-02-03 10:16 AM by JanMichael
Taken from the Sinclair Lewis novel is this timeless exchange between the lead character Carol and her good Liberal friend Guy written in 1920:
Guy:
"See here, my dear, I certainly hope you don't class yourself with a lot of trouble-making labor-leaders! Democracy is all right theoretically, and I'll admit there are industrial injustices, but I'd rather have them than see the world reduced to a dead level of mediocrity. I refuse to believe that you have anything in common with a lot of laboring men rowing for bigger wages so that they can buy wretched flivvers and hideous player-pianos and----"
The author, or Carol's internal voice, waxing poetic:
"At this second, in Buenos Ayres, a newspaper editor broke his routine of being bored by exchanges to assert, "Any injustice is better than seeing the world reduced to a gray level of scientific dullness." At this second a clerk standing at the bar of a New York saloon stopped milling his secret fear of his nagging office-manager long enough to growl at the chauffeur beside him, "Aw, you socialists make me sick! I'm an individualist. I ain't going to be nagged by no bureaus and take orders off labor-leaders. And mean to say a hobo's as good as you and me?""
Fascinating. Sounds like the same stuff you hear today.
At this second the same damned things are probably still being uttered.
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