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The Concerto of Deliverance
"Ifyoudon’tlikeit,doyouhaveabettersolutiontooffer?"
"Sure,"saidReardeneasily."Ifit’sproductionthatyouwant,thengetoutoftheway,junkallofyourdamnregulations,letOrrenBoylegobroke,letmebuytheplantofAssociatedSteel—anditwillbepouringathousandtonsadayfromeveryoneofitssixtyfurnaces."
"Oh,but...butwecouldn’t!"gaspedMouch."Thatwouldbemonopoly!"
Reardenchuckled."Okay,"hesaidindifferently,"thenletmymillssuperintendentbuyit.He’lldoabetterjobthanBoyle."
"Oh,butthatwouldbelettingthestronghaveanadvantageovertheweak!Wecouldn’tdothat!"
"Thendon’ttalkaboutsavingthecountry’seconomy."
"Allwewantis—"Hestopped.
"Allyouwantisproductionwithoutmenwho’reabletoproduce,isn’tit?"
"That...that’stheory.That’sjustatheoreticalextreme.Allwewantisatemporaryadjustment."
"You’vebeenmakingthosetemporaryadjustmentsforyears.Don’tyouseethatyou’verunoutoftime?"
"That’sjusttheo..."Hisvoicetrailedoffandstopped.
"Well,now,lookhere,"saidHollowaycautiously,"it’snotasifMr.Boylewereactually...weak.Mr.Boyleisanextremelyableman.It’sjustthathe’ssufferedsomeunfortunatereverses,quitebeyondhiscontrol.
