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The Exploiters and the Exploited
"TherewasatimewhenIlookedatthetragicmessthey’vemadeofthisearth,andIwantedtocryout,tobegthemtolisten—Icouldteachthemtolivesomuchbetterthantheydid—buttherewasnobodytohearme,theyhadnothingtohearmewith...
Intelligence?Itissucharare,precarioussparkthatflashesforamomentsomewhereamongmen,andvanishes.Onecannottellitsnature,oritsfuture...oritsdeath..."
Shemadeamovementtorise.
"Don’tgo,MissTaggart.I’dlikeyoutounderstand."
Sheraisedherfacetohim,inobedientindifference.Herfacewasnotpale,butitsplanesstoodoutwithstrangelynakedprecision,asifitsskinhadlosttheshadingsofcolor.
"You’reyoung,"hesaid."Atyourage,Ihadthesamefaithintheunlimitedpowerofreason.Thesamebrilliantvisionofmanasarationalbeing.Ihaveseensomuch,since.Ihavebeendisillusionedsooften...I’dliketotellyoujustonestory."
Hestoodatthewindowofhisoffice.Ithadgrowndarkoutside.Thedarknessseemedtorisefromtheblackcutoftheriver,farbelow.Afewlightstrembledinthewater,fromamongthehillsoftheothershore.Theskywasstilltheintenseblueofevening.Alonelystar,lowovertheearth,seemedunnaturallylargeandmadetheskylookdarker.
"WhenIwasatthePatrickHenryUniversity,"hesaid,"Ihadthreepupils.
