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The Man who belonged on Earth
Hewaslookingatherasatastranger,hewasbarelyawarethatshewasawoman,butthesightwasflowingintoafeelingthewordsforwhichwere:Thisistheworldandthecoreofit,thisiswhatmadethecity—theygotogether,theangularshapesofthebuildingsandtheangularlinesofafacestrippedofeverythingbutpurpose—therisingstepsofsteelandthestepsofabeingintentuponhisgoal—thisiswhattheyhadbeen,allthemenwhohadlivedtoinventthelights,thesteel,thefurnaces,themotors—theyweretheworld,they,notthemenwhocrouchedindarkcorners,half-begging,half-threatening,boastfullydisplayingtheiropensoresastheironlyclaimonlifeandvirtue—solongasheknewthatthereexistedonemanwiththebrightcourageofanewthought,couldhegiveuptheworldtothoseothers?—solongashecouldfindasinglesighttogivehimalife-restoringshotofadmiration,couldhebelievethattheworldbelongedtothesores,themoansandtheguns?—themenwhoinventedmotorsdidexist,hewouldneverdoubttheirreality,itwashisvisionofthemthathadmadethecontrastunbearable,sothateventheloathingwasthetributeofhisloyaltytothemandtothatworldwhichwastheirsandhis.
"Darling..."hesaid,"darling..."likeamanawakeningsuddenly,whenhenoticedthatshehadstoppedspeaking.
"What’sthematter,Hank?"sheaskedsoftly.
"Nothing...Exceptthatyoushouldn’thavecalledStadler.
