It was the only way to do it. You landed 'em with the protest
fair and easy. You're going to be a success in the business, I can see
that."
Carnac for a moment looked at his father meditatively. Then, seeing the
surprise in John Grier's face, he said: "No, I'm not going to be a
success in it, for I'm not going on with it. I've had enough. I'm
through."
"You've had enough--you're through--just when you've proved you can do
things as well as I can do them! You ain't going on! Great Jehoshaphat!"
"I mean it; I'm not going on. I'm going to quit in another month. I can't
stick it. It galls me. It ain't my job. I do it, but it's artificial, it
ain't the real thing. My heart isn't in it as yours is, and I'd go mad if
I had to do this all my life. It's full of excitement at times, it's hard
work, it's stimulating when you're fighting, but other times it's deadly
dull and bores me stiff. I feel as though I were pulling a train of
cars."
Slowly the old man's face reddened with anger. "It bores you stiff, eh?
It's deadly dull at times! There's only interest in it when there's a
fight on, eh? You're right; you're not fit for the job, never was and
never will be while your mind is what it is. Don't take a month to go,
don't take a week, or a day, go this morning after I've got your report
on what's been done.
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