Franklin Gregory

Summary

Franklin Gregory A jar of jelly beans (1960)

Hackett missed the malicious irony.
"But you can't tell 'em that. They blame us for everything. They're poor. God, they're poor. And because we're a mite better off, and by some miracle still have free elections, they hate our guts."
"They always did," said Justin. "The legend of Uncle Shylock dies hard."
"They hate us," Hackett repeated. "And yet, it's just pitiful the way they look to us for the answer."
Source: Gutenberg

Franklin Gregory A jar of jelly beans (1960)

The more kids, the more there are to grow up to beget more kids, ad infinitum till something gives. But with this lousy election coming on, maybe I'm not thinking so straight any more."
"You're a very straight thinker," Doris told him, and she smiled proudly at the Nobel scroll on the wall. "Everybody at N. Y. U. insists you're an absolute genius, one of the last."
Justin tried, and as usual failed, to contain his sarcasm.
"Everybody? You mean all twenty-six morons on the faculty, or that mob of half-literate bums they call a student body?"
Source: Gutenberg

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