All one needs is a toehold to get started.
TIPPY. I say, Ken, so you feel really started now?
KEN. I sure do.
TIPPY. That's great!
MARTIN. When you get to the top, don't push anyone off.
TIPPY. There is plenty of room on top of the Palisades.
MARTIN. You've stacked the analogy on me. Most mountains don't have
flat tops.
KEN. Ah, hell, Martin, you're just being stubborn. Kate showed us
your drawing in the _New Yorker_.
LAURA. We liked it a lot.
KEN. That's your toehold. When you've sold them six you'll be back
to pink socialism. And soon you'll be mailing things to the
_Saturday Evening Post_--and signing them!
LAURA. Don't rub it in, dear.
KEN. I'm not rubbing it in. I was once as radical as Martin.
TIPPY. Ken, Ken--don't exaggerate. As an architect, you must keep
your perspective.
KEN. I was ready to go to Russia, wasn't I?
MARTIN. Oh yeah!
KEN. I used to get sore as a pup when people said a man was radical
only because he was unemployed. But it's true. I know because I've
lived through it. A man's political views are colored by his
situation.
MARTIN. [_Shouting with laughter._] Hey! Don't plagiarize Marx.
KEN, Marx?
MARTIN. Karl Marx; you're stealing his thunder. That's what the man
wrote his big book about. Only--you see it for one man and a few
months. Marx saw it for all humanity for all time.
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