“I don’t care what flag it marches under. But no class war. No crusades. No inquisition. No riots, no damnation threats, no hellfire. Something that probably sounds funny. Christian love. Human decency. The golden rule.” Joe felt sorry for Lund. As long as he lived he would never know what the world was about. He would go on living with his head in a bag. “The golden rule like the one the lumber trust or the S.P. follows?” he said.
