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Title: The Job
An American Novel
Author: Sinclair Lewis
Release Date: May 15, 2008 [EBook #25474]
Language: English
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THE JOB
AN AMERICAN NOVEL
BY
SINCLAIR LEWIS
AUTHOR OF MAIN STREET, BABBITT, ETC.
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made in the United States of America
Copyright, 1917, by Harper & Brothers
Printed in the United States of America
Published February, 1917
TO
MY WIFE
WHO HAS MADE "THE JOB" POSSIBLE AND LIFE ITSELF
QUITE BEAUTIFULLY IMPROBABLE
CONTENTS
Page
Part I 3
THE CITY
Part II 133
THE OFFICE
Part III 251
MAN AND WOMAN
Part I
THE CITY
CHAPTER I
Captain Lew Golden would have saved any foreign observer a great deal of
trouble in studying America. He was an almost perfect type of the petty
small-town middle-class lawyer. He lived in Panama, Pennsylvania. He had
never been "captain" of anything except the Crescent Volunteer Fire
Company, but he owned the title because he collected rents, wrote
insurance, and meddled with lawsuits.
He carried a quite visible mustache-comb and wore a collar, but no tie.
On warm days he appeared on the street in his shirt-sleeves, and
discussed the comparative temperatures of the past thirty years with
Doctor Smith and the Mansion House 'bus-driver. He never used the word
"beauty" except in reference to a setter dog--beauty of words or music,
of faith or rebellion, did not exist for him. He rather fancied large,
ambitious, banal, red-and-gold sunsets, but he merely glanced at them as
he straggled home, and remarked that they were "nice." He believed that
all Parisians, artists, millionaires, and socialists we
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