BISHOP. So do I. Sincerely. I have the deepest, profoundest faith
in our democracy.

PRESCOTT. [_Impatient with the other's irrelevancy._] The world
has not yet found anything better.

BISHOP. But unless we do something it won't last beyond our
generation.

PRESCOTT. Nonsense.

BISHOP. Social unrest is growing. Young people, in their enforced
idleness, are turning away from all that we have taught them.

PRESCOTT. [_Annoyed._] Come, James. That isn't what you came to see
me about.

BISHOP. It is.

PRESCOTT. You have been reading sensational papers. Of course a
depression gives the radicals a chance to spread their doctrines.
But there isn't any cause for worry. Prosperity is always a sure
cure for radicalism. And things are picking up.

BISHOP. You are probably under the common delusion that all
radicals are wild-eyed foreigners.

PRESCOTT. [_Bitter in his thoughts_.] If it wasn't for this foolery
at Washington ...