"What thing?" I repeated.
Selwyn's shoulders shrugged slightly. He sat up, then leaned back,
his hands in his pockets. "Why discuss it? You've long wanted to do
something of this sort. Until it was done you would never be
content. What you want to do, I doubt if you know yourself. Are you
slumming? Uplifting?"
"I am not. I'm neither a slummer nor an uplifter. A slummer helps.
I'm just looking on." I threw the cushion behind me to the other end
of the sofa. "I thought it might be interesting to see for myself
some of the causes which produce conditions. I've read a good deal,
but one doesn't exactly sense things by reading. I want to see."
"And after you see?" Selwyn made an impatient movement with his
hand. "A thousand years from now humanity may get results from
scientific management in social organization, but most of your
present-day methods are about as practical as trying to empty the
ocean with a teaspoon or to pick a posy out of swamp grass."
"What do you know of present-day methods?"
"Very little. Beating the air doesn't interest me.
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