And received insults.
A job is not guaranteed by any capitalist constitution on all the earth, even tho’ a job may mean salvation from starvation..
A hunting dog, having found the shot-mangled bird in the grass and briars, brings the game to his master confident of substantial favors—and gets the favors.
These English human hunting dogs had obediently hunted human game in South Africa, and they returned to their masters, their faces shining with the expectancy (and, almost, with the intelligence) of a retriever with a bleeding bird in his mouth.
And they were slapped in the face at the factory door with “Not wanted!”
Snubbed.
“Honored.” “Reviewed.” Reviewed? Certainly. That is part rule-by-wind trick.
Flattered—then kicked in the face when they asked for permission to work and by work save their own lives from the wolves of poverty.
“A nod from a lord is a breakfast—for a fool.”