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The Aristocracy of pull
Heseemedtowanthertoremainwhereshewas.TheyprintedpicturesofJimathisdesk,intheconcourseoftheTaggartTerminal,bythestepsofhisprivaterailwaycar,ataformalbanquetinWashington.
Thehugespreadsoffullnewspaperpages,thearticlesinmagazines,theradiovoices,thenewsreels,allwereasingle,long,sustainedscream—aboutthe"CinderellaGirl"andthe"DemocraticBusinessman."
Shetoldherselfnottobesuspicious,whenshefeltuneasy;shetoldherselfnottobeungrateful,whenshefelthurt.Shefeltitonlyinafewraremoments,whensheawakenedinthemiddleofthenightandlayinthesilenceofherroom,unabletosleep.Sheknewthatitwouldtakeheryearstorecover,tobelieve,tounderstand.Shewasreelingthroughherdayslikeapersonwithasunstroke,seeingnothingbutthefigureofJimTaggartasshehadseenhimfirstonthenightofhisgreattriumph.
"Listen,kid,"thesobsistersaidtoher,whenshestoodinherroomforthelasttime,thelaceoftheweddingveilstreaminglikecrystalfoamfromherhairtotheblotchedplanksofthefloor."Youthinkthatifonegetshurtinlife,it’sthroughone’sownsins—andthat’strue,inthelongrun.Buttherearepeoplewho’lltrytohurtyouthroughthegoodtheyseeinyou—knowingthatit’sthegood,needingitandpunishingyouforit.Don’tletitbreakyouwhenyoudiscoverthat.
