One day he noticed the brilliant work of a young reporter on another paper and sent for him. The boy came , but the salary that Wynand mentioned had no effect on him. "I can't work for you, Mr Wynand," he said with desperate earnestness, " because you have no ideals." Wynand's thin lips smiled."You can't escape human depravity, kid," he said gently. "The boss you work for may have ideals, but he has to beg money and take orders from many contemptible people. I have no ideals- but I don't beg. Take your choice. There's no other."
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