Kind of ironic considering how the grapes of wrath was perceived accused of spreading socialist ideas at the time. >We can’t depend on it. The bank—the monste

Kind of ironic considering how the grapes of wrath was perceived accused of spreading socialist ideas at the time. >We can’t depend on it. The bank—the monster has to have profits all the time. It can’t wait. It’ll die. No, taxes go on. When the monster stops growing, it dies. It can’t stay one size. >The squatters nodded—they knew, God knew. If they could only rotate the crops they might pump blood back into the land. >We’re sorry. It’s not us. It’s the monster. The bank isn’t like a man. Yes, but the bank is only made of men. No, you’re wrong there—quite wrong there. The bank is something else than men. It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the bank does it. The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It’s the monster. Men made it, but they can’t control it.