Average Man. Because that's his name. [A pause.
Inquirer (resuming). But what is he driving at?
First W. I. M. He's got hold of the right end of the stick. It's just this way. (To Inquirer, who winces under the imputation.) You're a foreign country, and I'm a British farmer. Well, you grow your corn for nothing, and then you chuck it into my markets. Well, what I want to know is, where do I come in? You may call that Free Trade, if you like—I call it ruin. The result is, I'm smashed up, and the whole country goes to the devil!
Second W. I. M. But you ought to consider the consumer.
First W. I. M. What do you mean by the consumer?
Second W. I. M. Why, myself, for instance. I get the benefit of it.
First W. I. M. Ah, you may think you do, but you don't really. In the end you've all to pay more for everything.
Average Man. Well, I'm pretty happy as things are.
First W. I. M. Oh, of course—and you'd let the land go out of cultivation. That's mere selfishness.
Inquirer. How's that? Can't they work the land now?