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The Moratorium on Brains
"Theenginedonefor?TheDiesel?"
"Yes,sir."
"OhGod!Oh,GodAlmighty!Whatarewegoingtodo?"Then,rememberinghisposition,headded,"Well,sendoutthewreckingtrain."
"Ihave."
"CalltheoperatoratSherwoodtoholdalltraffic."
"Ihave."
"Whathaveyougotonthesheet?"
"TheArmyFreightSpecial,westbound.Butit’snotdueforaboutfourhours.It’srunninglate."
"I’llberightdown...Wait,listen,getBill,SandyandClarencedownbythetimeIgetthere.There’sgoingtobehelltopay!"
DaveMitchumhadalwayscomplainedaboutinjustice,because,hesaid,hehadalwayshadbadluck.Heexplaineditbyspeakingdarklyabouttheconspiracyofthebigfellows,whowouldnevergivehimachance,thoughhedidnotexplainjustwhomhemeantby"thebigfellows."Seniorityofservicewashisfavoritetopicofcomplaintandsolestandardofvalue;hehadbeenintherailroadbusinesslongerthanmanymenwhohadadvancedbeyondhim;this,hesaid,wasproofofthesocialsystem’sinjustice—thoughheneverexplainedjustwhathemeantby"thesocialsystem."Hehadworkedformanyrailroads,buthadnotstayedlongwithanyoneofthem.Hisemployershadhadnospecificmisdeedstochargeagainsthim,buthadsimplyeasedhimout,becausehesaid,"Nobodytoldmeto!"toooften.
