But what
will the miserable men, who don't sit in, be doing while we're squabbling
to see who'll have the best rooms?
RENCH. Blow the house up, I guess.
GEORGE. If they're rough with it, it'll tumble down like a pack of
cards--simply because we're asses. Can't we build a house big enough for
all--for a hundred million people and their descendants? A house in
which, after a while, there will be no capitalists and no exploiters and
no wreckers, only workers--each man and woman on the job they were fitted
for? It's a man-sized job, but isn't it worth tackling?
RENCH (enthused). It's sure worth tackling, Captain.
GEORGE. And can't we begin it, in a modest way, by making a little model
of the big house right here in Foxon Falls? Dr. Jonathan will help us.
RENCH. Go to it, Captain. We'll trust him and you.
GEORGE. Trust is all right, but you've got to go to it, too, and use
your headpieces. We've got to sit down together and educate ourselves,
who are now employers and employees, get hold of all the facts, the
statistics,--and all the elements, the human nature side of it, from the
theorists, the students, whom we've despised.
RENCH. Well, it's a fact, I hadn't thought much of them intellectuals.
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