“Think of a farmer. Like most of us, he dreams of movin’ up the Road, and with the little patch of land his folks left him, he’s even got a chance. He’s a decent fellow, and his soil grows good fruit, so he easily makes enough to feed hisself and his family.” He held up his index finger. “But then somethin’ happens: the people like his fruit so much his market stalls are empty by midday. What’s he to do? Right, he buys more land and hires a helper so he can grow and pluck twice as much fruit. It all goes well till the farmer realizes that, with the helper’s wage, every basketful he sells only
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