We must be able to shut our door without fear of having to open it ourselves to ask for bread.

How would Protection accomplish that?
Did he tell you ?" "Don't eat me," laughed Joan.

"I haven't been sent to you as a missionary.

I'm only a humble messenger.

I suppose the argument is that, good profits assured to him, the farmer would bustle up and produce more." "Can you see him bustling up ?" he answered with a laugh; "organizing himself into a body, and working the thing out from the point of view of the public weal?
I'll tell you what nine-tenths of him would do: grow just as much or little as suited his own purposes; and then go to sleep.
And Protection would be his security against ever being awakened." "I'm afraid you don't like him," Joan commented.
"He will be all right in his proper place," he answered: "as the servant of the public: told what to do, and turned out of his job if he doesn't do it.