We're in high cotton now.

Rode till the star above the wakening sun, Beside that tower where Percivale was cowl’d [i.e. became a monk], Glanced from the rosy forehead of the dawn.

to indulge sloth, pride, selfishness, or inclinations

What the workers detest most is the UFW hiring hall ... the pennyante dispatch halls which give UFW organizers dictatorial control over the workers.