|Capitalism (laissez_faire) wrote in forgotten_past,|
@ 2011-07-02 02:34:00
|Entry tags:||big tobacco, capitalism|
I don't have wings, so flying with me won't be easy.
Who: Big Tobacco (_cavendish_) & Capitalism (laissez_faire)
What: Things were different then.
When: April 1934
Rating/Warnings: None as of yet.
It was a difficult time for everyone, with resources in short supply and demand weakening with the resolve to withstand the financial turmoil. Even those who managed to escape the worst of it did not pull out completely unscathed, and though it might have been easy enough for Capitalism to offer some relief, his interests were better served to let things play out in their own time, let nature take its course.
After all, he is busy enough with one young man - who was not very young at all, and could hardly be called a man - teetering on the border of sanity and that which laid beyond. Beyond the sane - not quite the same as insane, was it?
His time split between a construction company that seemed to have taken some impact from the economic downturn and yet was still operational and managed to keep on board more than 80% of its staff and looking after the abovementioned ailing not-young-not-man, Capitalism was usually less brusque even to apparent strangers (but what man could honestly say he did not know Capitalism?). Now just happened to be not the best, most convenient of times to engage in idle banter. Capitalism - Stephen Avis, actually, when gods had to address themselves amongst mere mortals - didn't wait for Tobacco to speak - announce his arrival, proclaim his presence, et cetera - before interjecting.
"If it's not important, I don't want to hear it."