A Captain of Industry: Being the Story of a Civilized Man E-Book

Upton Sinclair

• Herausgeber: David De Angelis
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Captain of Industry: Being the Story of a Civilized Man is a tale about a spoiled but good natured son of a corrupt industrialist who manipulates the stock market for his own amusement and gain. He dismisses his ex-fiancé who is dying of consumption and pleads with him to look after the daughter they had together years whom he never knew. He loses his millions through fraudulent market transactions only earn it back, destroying other companies in the process. Upton Beall Sinclair Jr. was an American author who wrote close to one hundred books in vairous genres. He achieved popularity in the first half of the twentieth century for his classic muckraking novel, The Jungle exposing conditions in the U.S. meat packing industry. Time magazine called him "a man with every gift except humor and silence."

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A Captain of Industry: Being the Story of a Civilized Man

Upton Sinclair

© David De Angelis 2017 - All Rights reserved

Contents

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I. - PREFACE

Thislittle story was written nearly five years ago. The verdict upon it was that it was "unpublishable," and so I put it away until I should be in position to publish it myself.

Recently I read it over, and got an interesting vision of how the times have changed in five years. I put it away a revolutionary document; I took it out a quiet and rather obvious statement of generally accepted views. In reading the story, one should bear in mind that it was written before any of the "literatureof exposure" had appeared; that its writer drew nothing from Mr. Steffens' probing of political corruption, nor from Miss Tarbell's analysis of the railroad rebate, nor from Mr. Lawson's exposé of the inner life of "Frenzied Finance."

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II

Everyproverb, every slang phrase and colloquialism, is what one might call a petrified inspiration. Once upon a time it was a living thing, a lightning flash in some man's soul; and now it glides off our tongue without our ever thinking of its meaning. So, when the event transpired which marks the beginning of my story, the newspapers one and all remarked that Robert van Rensselaer was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Into the particular circumstances of the event it is not necessary to go, furthermore than to say that the arrival occasioned considerable discomfort, to the annoyance of my hero's mother, who had never experienced any discomfort before. His father, Mr. Chauncey van Rensselaer, was a respected member of our metropolitan high society, combining the major and minordesiderataof wealth and good-breeding, and residing in a twentieth-century palace at number four thousand eleven hundred and forty-four Fifth Avenue. At the time of the opening of our story van Rensselaerpèrehad fled from the sceneof the trouble and was passing the time playing billiards with some sympathetic friends, and when the telephone-bell rang they opened some champagne and drank to the health of van Rensselaerfils. Later on, when the father stood in the darkened apartmentand gazed upon the red and purple mite of life, proud emotions swelled high in his heart, and he vowed that he would make a gentleman of Robert van Rensselaer,—a gentleman after the pattern of his father.

At the outset of the career of my hero I have to note the amount of attention which he received from the press, and from an anxious public. Mr. Chauncey van Rensselaer was wealthy, according to New York and Fifth Avenue standards, and Baby van Rensselaer wasprovided with an introductory outfit of costumesat an estimated cost of seventeen thousand dollars. I have a file of van Rensselaer clippings, and would quote the elaborate descriptions, and preserve them to a grateful posterity; but in the meantime Master Robert van Rensselaer would be grown up. I pass on to the time when he was a growing boy, with two governesses, and several tutors, and a groom, and such other attendants as every boy has to have.

III

Manylads would have been spoiled by so much attention; and so itis only fair to say at the outsetthat "Robbie" was never spoiled;that to the end of his days he was what is known as "a goodfellow," and that it was only when he could not have what he wantedthat anger ever appeared in his eyes.

Before many more years he went away to a great rich school,followed by the prayers of a family, and by the valet and thegroom. There he had a suite of rooms, and two horses, and a pair ofdogs with pedigrees longer than his own; and there he learned tosmoke a brand of choice cigarettes, and to play poker, and to takea proper interest in race-track doings. There also, just when hewas ready to come away and to take a great college by storm, Robbiemet with an exciting adventure. This is a work of realism, andworks of realism always go into detail as to suchmatters; and so itmust be explained that Robbie fell desperately in love with apretty girl who lived in the country near the school; and thatRobbie was young and handsome and wealthy and witty, and by nomeans disposed to put up with not having his ownway; and that hehad it; and that when he came to leave school, the girl fled fromhome and followed him; and that there were some blissful months inthe city, and then some complications; and that when the crisiscame Robbie was just on the point of getting married when thecuriosity of his father was excited by his heavy financial demands;and, finally, that Mr. Chauncey van Rensselaer and Mr. Robert vanRensselaer held an interview in the former's study.

"Now, Robbie," said he, "how long has this been going on?"

"About a year, sir," said Robbie, gazing at the floor.

"A year? Humph! And why didn't you tell me about it when youfirst got into trouble?"

"I—I didn't like to," said Robbie.

"To be sure," said the father, "boys have no business in suchscrapes;but still, when you get in them, it is your duty to tellme. And so you want to get married?"

"I—I love her," said the other, turning various shades ofred as he found the words sounding queer.

"But, Robbie," protested van Rensselaerpère, "one doesn'tmarry all the women one loves."

Then, after a little pause, the father continued gravely, "Now,my boy, tell me where she is, and I'll arrange it for you."

Robbie started. "You won't be cross to her?" he pleaded.

"Of course not," said the father. "I am nevercross with any one.It will all be settled happily, I promise you."

And so a day or two later it was announced that Robbie was goingabroad fora year's tour; and when he sought Daisy to bid hergood-by, it was reported that Daisy had left for the West—acircumstance which caused Robbie several days' anxiety.