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'“High? High for what?” he shouts. There’s fury in his face.
“High for what, dah’lin’, high for what?” he repeats, straining to speak more calmly.
“The company would think it high,” I stumble.
“High for death or high for life?”
“I understand you, Dr. Fuller, but…”
“To take the fumes out of the sky would cost thirty percent more,” he interrupts. "The Edison men think its so high that the industrial companies which could generate their own electricity but buy it from them would start generating their own. So they don’t want t o put the price up.
“I was thinking they would think it high.” All I meant was that under current conditions a thirty percent rise was unrealistic."
But later, when I reflect upon that incident, I decide he was the realist, not I. I reflect that Cliff Humphrey, head of
