They're dangerous."
"You don't believe that."
"I do."
"But it's a theory that belongs to the Dark Ages. We've
disproved it. We've got beyond that."
"Yes. So was war. We'd got beyond it. But it's here. I
tell you, there are only two classes: the governing and the
governed. That has always been true. It always will be.
Let the Socialists rave. It has never got them anywhere. I
know. I come from the mucker class myself. I know what
they stand for. Boost them, and they'll turn on you. If
there's anything in any of them, he'll pull himself up by
his own bootstraps."
"They're not all potential Fengers."
"Then let 'em stay what they are."
Fanny's pencil was tracing and retracing a tortured and
meaningless figure on the paper before her. "Tell me, do
you remember a girl named Sarah Sapinsky?"
"Never heard of her."
"That's fitting. Sarah Sapinsky was a very pretty, very
dissatisfied girl who was a slave to the bundle chute. One
day there was a period of two seconds when a bundle didn't
pop out at her, and she had time to think.
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