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Chapter 8
"Thenyoudon’tthinkthecauseisgood?"
Burtonsighed."Yousee?We’regoingtopileuponthatoldrockagain.That’swhyIdon’tliketotalkveryoften.Listentome,Mac.Mysensesaren’tabovereproach,butthey’reallIhave.Iwanttoseethewholepicture—asnearlyasIcan.Idon’twanttoputontheblindersof‘good’and‘bad,’andlimitmyvision.IfIusedtheterm‘good’onathingI’dlosemylicensetoinspectit,becausetheremightbebadinit.Don’tyousee?Iwanttobeabletolookatthewholething."
Macbrokeinheatedly,"Howaboutsocialinjustice?Theprofitsystem?Youhavetosaythey’rebad."
Dr.Burtonthrewbackhisheadandlookedatthesky."Mac,"hesaid."Lookatthephysiologicalinjustice,theinjusticeoftetanus,theinjusticeofsyphilis,thegangstermethodsofamoebicdysentery—that’smyfield.
"Revolutionandcommunismwillcuresocialinjustice."
"Yes,anddisinfectionandprophylaxiswillpreventtheothers."
"It’sdifferent,though;menaredoingone,andgermsaredoingtheother."
"Ican’tseemuchdifference,Mac."
"Well,damnit,Doc,there’slockjaweveryplace.YoucanfindsyphilisinParkAvenue.Whydoyouhangaroundwithusifyouaren’tforus?"
"Iwanttosee,"Burtonsaid."Whenyoucutyourfinger,andstreptococcigetinthewound,there’saswellingandasoreness.Thatswellingisthefightyourbodyputsup,thepainisthebattle.Youcan’ttellwhichoneisgoingtowin,butthewoundisthefirstbattleground.Ifthecellslosethefirstfightthestreptococciinvade,andthefightgoesonupthearm.
