“Don’t know. Shut up about it, can’t you! Talk about something else.”
“All right,” agreed the other cheerfully. “I’ll talk about myself. I’ve got a chance to make a change. What do you think of editorial writing?”
“Nice, soft job. If you can do it. I could n’t.”
“I can.”
“Go to it, then. Only I would n’t stick to it.”
“Why not?”
Galpin rubbed his shaggy head. “Oh, I dunno. Too much preaching of the other fellow’s doctrine, I guess.”
Jeremy’s mind reverted to Milliken’s view and he wondered how nearly the two agreed. Certainly between preaching and the profession to which the Socialist had bitterly likened editorializing, yawned the widest of gulfs. He stated Milliken’s characterization.
“Rough stuff,” commented Galpin. “I guess there’s something in it, though. Ay-ah. I get his point.”
“Then you would n’t take the job?”