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"
You
’
re
hidden
in
a
hole
in
the
wilderness
,
"
she
said
bleakly
,
"
and
you
’
re
producing
two
hundred
barrels
of
oil
,
when
you
could
have
flooded
the
world
with
it
.
"
"
What
for
?
To
feed
the
looters
?
"
"
No
!
To
earn
the
fortune
you
deserve
.
"
"
But
I
’
m
richer
now
than
I
was
in
the
world
.
What
’
s
wealth
but
the
means
of
expanding
one
’
s
life
?
There
’
s
two
ways
one
can
do
it
:
either
by
producing
more
or
by
producing
it
faster
.
And
that
’
s
what
I
’
m
doing
:
I
’
m
manufacturing
time
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
I
’
m
producing
everything
I
need
,
I
’
m
working
to
improve
my
methods
,
and
every
hour
I
save
is
an
hour
added
to
my
life
.
It
used
to
take
me
five
hours
to
fill
that
tank
.
It
now
takes
three
.
The
two
I
saved
are
mine
—
as
pricelessly
mine
as
if
I
moved
my
grave
two
further
hours
away
for
every
five
I
’
ve
got
.
It
’
s
two
hours
released
from
one
task
,
to
be
invested
in
another
—
two
more
hours
in
which
to
work
,
to
grow
,
to
move
forward
.
That
’
s
the
savings
account
I
’
m
hoarding
.
Is
there
any
sort
of
safety
vault
that
could
protect
this
account
in
the
outside
world
?
"
"
But
what
space
do
you
have
for
moving
forward
?
Where
’
s
your
market
?
"
He
chuckled
.
"
Market
?
I
now
work
for
use
,
not
for
profit
—
my
use
,
not
the
looters
’
profit
.
Only
those
who
add
to
my
life
,
not
those
who
devour
it
,
are
my
market
.
Only
those
who
produce
,
not
those
who
consume
,
can
ever
be
anybody
’
s
market
.
I
deal
with
the
life
-
givers
,
not
with
the
cannibals
.
If
my
oil
takes
less
effort
to
produce
,
I
ask
less
of
the
men
to
whom
I
trade
it
for
the
things
I
need
.
I
add
an
extra
span
of
time
to
their
lives
with
every
gallon
of
my
oil
that
they
burn
.
And
since
they
’
re
men
like
me
,
they
keep
inventing
faster
ways
to
make
the
things
they
make
—
so
every
one
of
them
grants
me
an
added
minute
,
hour
or
day
with
the
bread
I
buy
from
them
,
with
the
clothes
,
the
lumber
,
the
metal
"
—
he
glanced
at
Galt
—
"
an
added
year
with
every
month
of
electricity
I
purchase
.
That
’
s
our
market
and
that
’
s
how
it
works
for
us
—
but
that
was
not
the
way
it
worked
in
the
outer
world
.
Down
what
drain
were
they
poured
out
there
,
our
days
,
our
lives
and
our
energy
?
Into
what
bottomless
,
futureless
sewer
of
the
unpaid
-
for
?
Here
,
we
trade
achievements
,
not
failures
—
values
,
not
needs
.
We
’
re
free
of
one
another
,
yet
we
all
grow
together
.
Wealth
,
Dagny
?
What
greater
wealth
is
there
than
to
own
your
life
and
to
spend
it
on
growing
?
