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Chapter 8
AlightstillburnedinDakin’stent.Thecampslept.Onlyafewcoalsoffirestillburnedinthestreets.Thesilentlineofoldcarsstoodagainsttheroad,andintheroaditselfaclumpofsparkswaxedandwaned,cigarettesofthewatchfuldeputies.
"D’youhearthat,Jim?That’llshowyouwhatBurtonis.Here’sacoupleoffinedogs,goodhuntingdogs,butthey’renotdogstoDoc,they’refeelings.They’redogs,tome.Andtheseguyssleepingherearemen,withstomachs;butthey’renotmentoDoc,they’reakindofacollectiveColossus.Ifhewasn’tadoctor,wecouldn’thave’imaround.Weneedhisskill,buthisbrainjustgetsusintoamess."
Burtonlaughedapologetically."Idon’tknowwhyIgoontalking,then.Youpracticalmenalwaysleadpracticalmenwithstomachs.Andsomethingalwaysgetsoutofhand.Yourmengetoutofhand,theydon’tfollowtherulesofcommonsense,andyoupracticalmeneitherdenythatitisso,orrefusetothinkaboutit.Andwhensomeonewonderswhatitisthatmakesamanwithastomachsomethingmorethanyourruleallows,whyyouhowl,‘Dreamer,mystic,metaphysician’.Idon’tknowwhyItalkaboutittoapracticalman.Inallhistorytherearenomenwhohavecometosuchwild-eyedconfusionandbewildermentaspracticalmenleadingmenwithstomachs."
"We’veajobtodo,"Macinsisted."We’vegotnotimetomessaroundwithhigh-falutin’ideas."
"Yes,andsoyoustartyourworknotknowingyourmedium.Andyourignorancetripsyouupeverytime."
Theywereclosetothetentsnow."Ifyoutalkedtootherpeoplethatway,"Macsaid,"we’dhavetokickyouout."
