That's all there is to your unfitness. You take old
Lockman, for instance. What was all his 'fitness'? It was just that he
was an old wolf. I was raised in this town, and my dad went to school
with him. He began by cheating his sisters out of their inheritance.
Then he foreclosed a mortgage on a glass factory and went into the
business. He was a skinflint, and he made money--they say he burned
the plant down for the insurance, but I don't know. Anyway, he had
rivals, and he made a crooked deal with some of the railroad people--
gave them stock you know--and got rebates. And he had some union
leaders on his pay rolls, and he called strikes on his rivals, and
when he'd ruined them he bought them out for a song. And when he had
everything in his hands, and got tired of paying high wages, he fired
some of the union men and forced a strike. Then he brought in some
strike-breakers and hired some thugs to slug them, and turned the
police loose on the men--and that was the end of the unions. Meanwhile
he'd been running the politics of the town, and he'd given himself all
the franchises--there was nobody could do anything in Lockmanville
unless he said so. And finally, when he'd got the glass trade
cornered, he formed the Trust, and issued stock for about five times
what the plants had cost, and dumped it on the market for suckers like
you to buy. And that's the way he made his millions--that's the
meaning of his palace and all the wonders you saw up there.
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