Suits, shoes, underclothing, socks, they all went into the hopper. My throat contracted; I choked and tried to throw up. Me? D'you mean to suggest that I would go in this thing? My dear sir, I'm an engineer, not a damn' fool. But I can't let you go ahead without warning you, when I am sure that the time is not yet.
There's your answer, Cal-if all us engineers had his faith, the job wouldn't get us down. You're up against something too strong for you. Naturally-but I want some of it on the New York Exchange, and you'll have to work that out with the Securities Exchange Commission somehow. We've been hounded to death.
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