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The Non-commercial
"Idonotseewhyindustrialistsshouldbeconsideredatall,"saidScudder."Whenthemassesaredestituteandyettherearegoodsavailable,it’sidiotictoexpectpeopletobestoppedbysomescrapofpapercalledapropertydeed.Propertyrightsareasuperstition.Oneholdspropertyonlybythecourtesyofthosewhodonotseizeit.Thepeoplecanseizeitatanymoment.Iftheycan,whyshouldn’tthey?"
"Theyshould,"saidClaudeSlagenhop."Theyneedit.Needistheonlyconsideration.Ifpeopleareinneed,we’vegottoseizethingsfirstandtalkaboutitafterwards."
ClaudeSlagenhophadapproachedandmanagedtosqueezehimselfbetweenPhilipandScudder,shovingScudderasideimperceptibly.Slagenhopwasnottallorheavy,buthehadasquare,compactbulk,andabrokennose.HewasthepresidentofFriendsofGlobalProgress.
"Hungerwon’twait,"saidClaudeSlagenhop."Ideasarejusthotair.Anemptybellyisasolidfact.I’vesaidinallmyspeechesthatit’snotnecessarytotalktoomuch.Societyissufferingforlackofbusinessopportunitiesatthemoment,sowe’vegottherighttoseizesuchopportunitiesasexist.Rightiswhatever’sgoodforsociety."
"Hedidn’tdigthatoresingle-handed,didhe?"criedPhilipsuddenly,hisvoiceshrill."Hehadtoemployhundredsofworkers.Theydidit.Whydoeshethinkhe’ssogood?"
Thetwomenlookedathim,Scudderliftinganeyebrow,Slagenhopwithoutexpression.
"Oh,dearme!"saidBettyPope,remembering.