The Root and the Ring by Wyman Guin

Author:Wyman Guin [Guin, Wyman]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-06-06T04:46:03+00:00

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Presently, my wife entered from her dressing room and got into her bed. I wanted very much to tell her about the threat to us all, but then, suddenly, the notion of a magic ring and contaminated apples seemed too absurd to talk about.

After a while in the dark, I said, “Darling, don’t you think we’re eating too many apples lately, just because we have so many of them? I don’t think they’re very good apples anyway.”

“Oh, are you awake? I didn’t come to kiss you because I thought you were asleep. They’re perfectly good apples. We’ve eaten them for years.”

“They keep me awake,” I said honestly. “I thought the children were looking a little washed out.”

“Darling, that’s a silly notion. The children have a balanced diet. You won’t mind if I don’t come to kiss you, will you. I’ve got cream all over my face.”

On New Year’s Eve, she prepared an apple pie and it seemed ridiculous not to enjoy it.

When the next director’s report came to my desk, I got to thinking i again about how easily our corporate structure could be reorganized to provide a much more profitable operation. I was sitting at my desk, without one hot project before me, nothing but the report and a pad of paper where I had jotted down a few crucial calculations.

Then, of course, our president walked in.

Well, he had caught me redhanded in thought, so I would probably get a raise anyway. I sincerely liked the man and it seemed definitely unfair for me to sit there, a newly realized Einstein of the business world, and not tell him what I had learned. This was so big that I would be risking promotion to the board if I didn’t play it down.

I explained it to him as off-handedly as I could and claimed I got a lot of the ideas from fellows around the office. I guess that was a mistake. The way he glanced at me, both of us knew nobody around that office had ideas like this. I tried to keep the development of the ideas from getting exciting, but I could hear the sparks crackling in his tycoonery.

When I walked into the living room that evening, my wife was reading the evening paper.

She looked up briefly. “Hello, darling. Did you have an interesting day?”

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