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have to work."
"I'm not stopping you," she said.
When she went out, he kicked the board loose on the bottom of the desk. By eleven o'clock he had one page. The next morning it came easier, and he finished it by noon. He thought it was blunt enough. It began, "For two reasons, men elect other men to power," and it ended, "Men who use ideas without measuring them are walking on wind." He thought the last sentence was pretty effective. He thought the whole thing was effective enough.
In the afternoon he took it around to Jacob's office. Blakeley was there but he left. Rayber read the paper to Jacobs.
"Well," Jacobs said, "so what? What do you call yourself doing?" He had been jotting figures down on a record sheet all the time Rayber was reading.
Rayber wondered if he were busy. "Defending myself against barbers," he said. "You ever tried to argue with a barber?"
"I never argue," Jacobs said.
"That's because you don't know this kind of ignorance," Rayber explained, "You've never experienced it."
Jacobs snorted. "Oh, yes I have," he said.
"What happened?"
"I never argue."
