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to try and stop it, but they're too late. It's their way to be too late.
You go on and start as much of it as you can. Thank God He has a use for
you!"
"But the conflict!" said Bensington, "the stress! I don't know if you
have imagined--"
"
You ought to have been some sort of little vegetable, Bensington," said
Cossar--"that's what you ought to have been. Something growing over a
rockery. Here you are, fearfully and wonderfully made, and all you think
you're made for is just to sit about and take your vittles. D'you think
this world was made for old women to mop about in? Well, anyhow, you
can't help yourselves now--you've got to go on."
"I suppose we must," said Redwood. "Slowly--"
"No!" said Cossar, in a huge shout. "No! Make as much as you can and as
soon as you can. Spread it about!"
He was inspired to a stroke of wit. He parodied one of Redwood's curves
with a vast upward sweep of his arm.
"Redwood!" he said, to point the allusion, "make it SO!"
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