"
"I don't understand business at all," she said
"But--sometimes it almost frightens me. Business isn't really like war, is
it?"
"A good deal like it. But that need not frighten you. All life is a
battle--sometimes, at least. Success implies fighting."
"And does that in turn imply tragedy--for the loser?"
"Not if one is a good loser. We lose and make another start."
"But if success is a battle, it must be gained at the expense of another."
"Sometimes. But you must look at it in a big way." The secretary of the
trust magnate had come in and was in low-toned conversation with him. The
visitor led her to the nearest window and drew back the curtains so that
they looked down on the lusty life of the turbid young city, at the lights
in the distant smelters and mills, at the great hill opposite, with its
slagdumps, gallows-frames and shaft-houses black against the dim light,
which had yielded its millions and millions of tons of ore for the use of
mankind. "All this had to be fought for. It didn't grow of itself. And
because men fought for it, the place is what it is.
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