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I suppose there hasn__ been a single month since the war, in any trade you care to name, in which there weren__ more men than jobs. It__ brought a peculiar, ghastly feeling into life. It__ like on a sinking ship when there are nineteen survivors and fourteen lifebelts. But is there anything particularly modern in that, you say? Has it anything to do with the war? Well, it feels as if it had. The feeling that you__e got to be everlastingly fighting and hustling, that you__l never get anything unless you grab it from somebody else, that there__ always somebody after your job, that next month or the month after they__l be reducing staff and it__ you that__l get the bird _ that, I swear, didn__ exist in the old life before the war.
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I suppose there hasn__ been a single month since the war, in any trade you care to name, in which there weren__ more men than jobs. It__ brought a peculiar, ghastly feeling into life. It__ like on a sinking ship when there are nineteen survivors and fourteen lifebelts. But is there anything particularly modern in that, you say? Has it anything to do with the war? Well, it feels as if it had. The feeling that you__e got to be everlastingly fighting and hustling, that you__l never get anything unless you grab it from somebody else, that there__ always somebody after your job, that next month or the month after they__l be reducing staff and it__ you that__l get the bird _ that, I swear, didn__ exist in the old life before the war.
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