OLIVER. You see, if you wanted to arrage things so that money flowed
more naturally, so that it flowed naturally to every man, according
to his needs, I think we could all soon agree. But you don't. What
you want is to take it away from one set and give it to another--or
keep it yourselves.
JOB ARTHUR. We want every man to have his proper share.
OLIVER. I'm sure _I_ do. I want every man to be able to live and
be free. But we shall never manage it by fighting over the money.
If you want what is natural and good, I'm sure the owners would soon
agree with you.
JOB ARTHUR. What? Gerald Barlow agree with us?
OLIVER. Why not? I believe so.
JOB ARTHUR. You ask him.
OLIVER. Do you think, Gerald, that if the men really wanted a whole,
better way, you would agree with them?
GERALD. I want a better way myself--but not their way.
JOB ARTHUR. There, you see!
VOICES. Ah-h! look you!--That's him--that's him all over.
OLIVER. You want a better way,--but not his way: he wants a better
way--but not your way. Why can't you both drop your buts, and simply
say you want a better way, and believe yourselves and one another
when you say it? Why can't you?
GERALD. Look here! I'm quite as tired of my way of life as you are
of yours. If you make me believe you want something better, then I
assure you I do: I want what you want. But Job Arthur Freer's not
the man to lead you to anything better.
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