
        from THE COMPLEX VISION OF PHILO St JOHN                      WORTH3
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             "It's not just the  people  getting slaughtered.  It's what the 
        New Jersey Turnpike is all about.   Eastern New Jersey has got to be
        one of the ugliest places in the world."
             "Maybe some of it," she said.
             "And do you know something  else?" he  said.  "All that clutter, 
        all those tanks and towers and crappy buildings and parking lots and
        storage  yards  full of  rusty junk  were thought up by guys like me,
        well meaning  guys  with  nice smiles, guys in  white shirts and air-
        conditioned  offices, guys  so  wrapped up in their calculations and 
        their data bases and their reports that they've lost track  of  what
        they're  up  to.   Or  no, that  isn't right either.  They know what
        they're  up  to, all right.  But they won't admit it, either to them-
        selves or to anyone else."
             "Philo," she  said  gently. "We  all  have  to  kid ourselves a
        little bit.  We'd go out of our minds if we didn't."
             "Okay, but there's kidding youself and there's kidding yourself.
        This is like a disease.  A guy spends all week, say, working out the
        details  on a stack for a smelter, carefully  paring and fudging the
        calculations on the  emission control system to  satisfy a bunch  of
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