"
"You're a thoroughgoing pessimist," she smiled.
"No," he shook his head. "I merely know that it's a hard game to buck,
under normal conditions. We're of the fortunate few, that's all."
"You're not going to spoil the pleasure that's within your reach by
pondering the misfortunes of those who are less lucky, are you?" she
inquired curiously.
"Not much," he drawled. "Besides, that isn't my chief objection to
town. I simply can't endure the noise and confusion and the manifold
stinks, and the universal city attitude--which is to gouge the other
fellow before he gouges you. Too much like a dog fight. No, I haven't
any mission to remedy social and economic ills. I'm taking the
egotistic view that it doesn't concern me, that I'm perfectly justified
in enjoying myself in my own way, seeing that I'm in a position to do
so. We're going to take our fun as we find it. Just the same," he
finished thoughtfully, "I'd as soon be pulling into that ranch of ours
on the hurricane deck of a right good horse as approaching Vancouver's
water front. This isn't any place to spend money or to see anything.
It's a big, noisy, over-grown village, overrun with business exploiters
and real-estate sharks.
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