BISHOP. I have kept him from starving.
PRESCOTT. You realize, of course, that he is better off than many.
BISHOP. Keeping him alive is not the point. It is not enough. His spirit is crushed, his education unused, his manhood wasted. He is ambitious, wants to work, to establish a home of his own. He is strong, and he is capable.
PRESCOTT. Yes, yes, I understand. I deplore the waste. It is shameful. But in any event, these conditions won't last much longer.
BISHOP. They have lasted a long time.
PRESCOTT. Yes, longer than they should.--I wish I could help you, James, but I cannot.
BISHOP. I want you to give Kenneth a job, Stanley.
PRESCOTT. If I could, I assure you.
BISHOP. Any job. Anything that will make him feel useful and keep him occupied.--Surely in an organization like yours ...
PRESCOTT. At the moment we are doing no building whatever. One or two small projects; and a mere skeleton staff to keep my organization.