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"What'd he say?" MacMaine asked, just to keep his oar in. "Ahhh, nothing serious, I guess," said VanDeusen, around a mouthful of steak. "Said we were all clogged up with paper work, makin' reports on tests, things like that. Said, why don't we figure out something to pop those Carrot-skins outa the sky. So I said to him, 'Look, Lootenant, I said, 'you got your job to do, I got mine.
Colonel VanDeusen was still holding forth. "... So I told him. I said, 'Look, Lootenant, I said, 'don't rock the boat. You're a kid yet, you know, I said. 'You got equal rights with everybody else, I said, 'but if you rock the boat, you aren't gonna get along so well.
Since VanDeusen was the senior officer at the table, the others listened respectfully as he talked, only inserting a word now and then to show that they were listening. MacMaine was thinking deeply about something else entirely, but VanDeusen's influence intruded a little. MacMaine was wondering what it was that bothered him about General Tallis, the Kerothi prisoner.
Colonel VanDeusen was a man who would never have made Private First Class in an army that operated on a strict merit system. His thinking was muddy, and his conversation betrayed it. All he felt comfortable in talking about was just exactly what he had been taught. Slogans, banalities, and bromides. He knew his catechism, and he knew it was safe. "What I mean is, we got nothing to worry about.
We all stick together, and we can do anything. As long as we don't rock the boat, we'll come through O.K." "Sure," said Major Brock, looking up from his plate in blank-faced surprise. "I mean, who says different?" "Guy on my research team," said VanDeusen, plying his fork industriously. "A wise-guy second looie. One of them." "Oh," said the major knowingly. "One of them." He went back to his meal.
He'll learn, O.K. He'll climb right up, once he's got the right attitude. Why, when I was " But MacMaine was no longer listening. It was astonishing to realize that what VanDeusen had said was perfectly true. A blockhead like VanDeusen would simply be lifted to a position of higher authority, only to be replaced by another blockhead. There would be no essential change in the status quo.
Chatterton, an angry light coming into her cold eyes, and turning around on him sharply, "that this isn't very friendly in you, Mr. Vandeusen, to pit that upstart boy against me. Now there will be no managing him hereafter." "Well, but, Mrs. Chatterton," broke in one of the other gentlemen, in a propitiatory voice, and leaning over her chair, Mr.
Vandeusen turning calmly on his heel to survey the distant lawns through his monocle, "a beggar, don't you know well, it isn't the pleasantest thing in the world to be called that, don't you know?" "Particularly when one isn't a beggar," said a young lady hotly. Then she turned to Joel and laid a hand on his arm. "Don't you mind it," she said.
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