and not only will shel grimm talk to him, shel grimm has read his poem the toilers. he's got it like a critical take on this socialist poet poem and this naive socialist poet finds himself in conversation directly with the face of capital. and so that is the converse nation we are going to be having right now. as soon as i text with water. i suppose you believe i am a grand old rascal. i believe, answered pressley. i am persuaded. he hesitated, searching for his words. i believe this young man, exclaimed shel grimm, laying a thick, powerful forefinger on the table to emphasize words. try to believe this, to begin with. that real roads, build them selves where there is a demand sooner or later there will be a supply. mr. derek does he grow his wheat? the wheat grows itself. what does he count for? does he supply the force? what do i count for? do i build the railroad? you are dealing with forces, young man. when you speak of wheat and the railroads, not with men. there is the wheat, the supply. it must be carried to feed the people. there is the demand. the wheat is o