“You can see those graves, with a picket fence about them, and no derrick for a hundred feet or more. Some day all those unlovely derricks will be gone, and so will the picket fence and the graves. There will be other girls with bare brown legs running over those hills, and they may grow up to be happier women, if men can find some way to chain the black and cruel demon which killed Ruth Watkins and her brother—yes, and Dad also: an evil Power which roams the earth, crippling the bodies of men and women, and luring the nations to destruction by visions of unearned wealth, and the opportunity to enslave and exploit labor.”
If only the entire book had prose the quality of the last chapter! I think my dream author would be Dickens if he were a communist in the early 20th-century… oh well…
Oil! last paragraph:
If only the entire book had prose the quality of the last chapter! I think my dream author would be Dickens if he were a communist in the early 20th-century… oh well…