Devore had invented none of this laterstuff, but he'd understood that it could be invented and had hiredpeople to do it. Had shetalked to Bonnie? Perhaps showed her an early draft? No, huh-uh. What we wanta do 's sit back and sel 'em munitions and let 'em blow 'emselves to hel . We stand to lose our primacy in world oil pro-duction.
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