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The Utopia of Greed
Theoperatorknowsthatit’snothisfeelingsthatkeepthecoalcartsmovingundertheearth—andheknowswhatdoeskeepthemmoving.Feelings?Ohyes,wedofeel,he,youandI—weare,infact,theonlypeoplecapableoffeeling—andweknowwhereourfeelingscomefrom.Butwhatwedidnotknowandhavedelayedlearningfortoolongisthenatureofthosewhoclaimthattheycannotaccountfortheirfeelings.Wedidnotknowwhatitisthattheyfeel.Wearelearningitnow.Itwasacostlyerror.Andthosemostguiltyofit,willpaythehardestprice—as,injustice,theymust.Thosemostguiltyofitweretherealartists,whowillnowseethattheyarefirsttobeexterminatedandthattheyhadpreparedthetriumphoftheirownexterminatorsbyhelpingtodestroytheironlyprotectors.Forifthereismoretragicafoolthanthebusinessmanwhodoesn’tknowthathe’sanexponentofman’shighestcreativespirit—it’stheartistwhothinksthatthebusinessmanishisenemy."
Itwastrue—shethought,whenshewalkedthroughthestreetsofthevalley,lookingwithachild’sexcitementattheshopwindowssparklinginthesun—thatthebusinessesherehadthepurposefulselectivenessofart—andthattheart—shethought,whenshesatinthedarknessofaclapboardconcerthall,listeningtothecontrolledviolenceandthemathematicalprecisionofHalley’smusic—hadthesterndisciplineofbusiness.
