“Don't they?”
“You know what I mean. We didn't make this world. We've got to take it as it is. You can't make it over. There are always going to be rich people and poor ones. Just because you've fed indigestibly on Ibsen and Shaw you can't change facts.”
“So you advise?”
“Soft pedal your ideas if you must have them.”
“Hasn't a man got to see things as straight as he can?”
“That's no reason for calling in the neighbors to rejoice with him because he has astigmatism.”
Jeff came back with a tag of Emerson, whose phrases James was fond of quoting in his speeches. “Whoso would be a man must be a non-conformist. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.”
“You can push that too far. It isn't practical. We've got to make compromises, especially with established things.”
Jeff sat up on the bed. Points of light were dancing in his big eyes. “That's what the Pharisees said to Jesus when he wouldn't stand for lies because they were deep rooted and for injustice because it had become respectable.”
“Oh, if you're going to compare yourself to Christ—”