some straitjacket

They all admired Ben, she could see; he was the bright boy, the scholar, but they felt sorry about his radicalism as if it was an unfortunate sickness he had contracted. Still his name in the paper, the applause in Masdison Square Garden, the speeches calling him a workingclass hero had impressed them. After Ben and Mary had left the comptons and were going into the subwaystation, Ben said bitterly in her ear, "Well, that's the Jewish family. ... What do you think of it? . ... It'ud be the same if I killed a man or ran a string of whorehouses... even in the movement you can't break away from them."