On Slavery

“I think we’re capable of moral progress,” I said. “After all, we don’t have slavery anymore.”

“We don’t?” Mr. Magundi made a great show of incredulity. “Then what are you doing waiting for a streetcar when it’s twelve degrees out? Go home—make a pot of tea—read a good book. Come back when it’s spring. You’re a free man!”

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