Jerry Randolph wrote much more for the waste basket than he did for dissemination. It was there that his best critiques of modern society and the Welfare State were filed. He knew where they would go when he wrote them but he had to get the stuff off his chest and no one cared one way or the other.
If he wrote acceptable material it was used. He wrote sufficient of this to make it worth while to let him occupy an office as a writer. But, like other workers in the subsidized society, he had no worries about the essentials of living and his superiors had no worries about producing a profit. Jerry was perhaps one of ten in all News Central who even knew the meaning of that ancient word.
He entered the office before any of his fellows arrived. He slumped in a chair and scanned the pile of re
