"And will seeing him in jail give you your voice back, at 72?"
NO! NOTHING WILL! IT WON'T BRING MY MARY JANE BACK EITHER! IT WON'T MAKE UP FOR THE SCAR ON MY FOREHEAD OR THE GLASS STILL FLOATING IN MY BACK! IT WON'T MAKE UP (here he had to stop to wipe the board clean with his rag, so that he would have room to proceed) FOR THE ABUSE I HAVE TAKEN DAY IN AND DAY OUT FOR 50 YEARS!
"Then what on earth is the use of it?"
"Mike, listen to reason—what kind of justice is it that will destroy the reputation of our league?"
STUFF OUR LEAGUE!
"Mike, it would blacken forever the name of baseball."
Here General Oakhart rose in anger—"It is a man who has lost his sense of values entirely, who could write those two words on a blackboard! Put that boy in jail and, I promise you, you will have another Sacco and Vanzetti on your hands. You will make a martyr of Gamesh, and in the process ruin the very thing we all love."
HATE! wrote Mike, HATE! And on and on, filling the board with the four-letter word, then rubbing it clean with his rag, then filling it to the edges, again and again. HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE!