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"
Yet
this
was
the
moral
law
that
the
professors
and
leaders
and
thinkers
had
wanted
to
establish
all
over
the
earth
.
If
this
is
what
it
did
in
a
single
small
town
where
we
all
knew
one
another
,
do
you
care
to
think
what
it
would
do
on
a
world
scale
?
Do
you
care
to
imagine
what
it
would
be
like
,
if
you
had
to
live
and
to
work
,
when
you
’
re
tied
to
all
the
disasters
and
all
the
malingering
of
the
globe
?
To
work
—
and
whenever
any
men
failed
anywhere
,
it
’
s
you
who
would
have
to
make
up
for
it
.
To
work
—
with
no
chance
to
rise
,
with
your
meals
and
your
clothes
and
your
home
and
your
pleasure
depending
on
any
swindle
,
any
famine
,
any
pestilence
anywhere
on
earth
.
To
work
—
with
no
chance
for
an
extra
ration
,
till
the
Cambodians
have
been
fed
and
the
Patagonians
have
been
sent
through
college
.
To
work
—
on
a
blank
check
held
by
every
creature
born
,
by
men
whom
you
’
ll
never
see
,
whose
needs
you
’
ll
never
know
,
whose
ability
or
laziness
or
sloppiness
or
fraud
you
have
no
way
to
learn
and
no
right
to
question
—
just
to
work
and
work
and
work
—
and
leave
it
up
to
the
Ivys
and
the
Geralds
of
the
world
to
decide
whose
stomach
will
consume
the
effort
,
the
dreams
and
the
days
of
your
life
.
And
this
is
the
moral
law
to
accept
?
This
—
a
moral
ideal
?
"
Well
,
we
tried
it
—
and
we
learned
.
Our
agony
took
four
years
,
from
our
first
meeting
to
our
last
,
and
it
ended
the
only
way
it
could
end
:
in
bankruptcy
.
At
our
last
meeting
,
Ivy
Starnes
was
the
one
who
tried
to
brazen
it
out
.
She
made
a
short
,
nasty
,
snippy
little
speech
in
which
she
said
that
the
plan
had
failed
because
the
rest
of
the
country
had
not
accepted
it
,
that
a
single
community
could
not
succeed
in
the
midst
of
a
selfish
,
greedy
world
—
and
that
the
plan
was
a
noble
ideal
,
but
human
nature
was
not
good
enough
for
it
.
A
young
boy
—
the
one
who
had
been
punished
for
giving
us
a
useful
idea
in
our
first
year
—
got
up
,
as
we
all
sat
silent
,
and
walked
straight
to
Ivy
Starnes
on
the
platform
.
He
said
nothing
.
He
spat
in
her
face
.
That
was
the
end
of
the
noble
plan
and
of
the
Twentieth
Century
.
"
The
man
had
spoken
as
if
the
burden
of
his
years
of
silence
had
slipped
suddenly
out
of
his
grasp
.
She
knew
that
this
was
his
tribute
to
her
:
he
had
shown
no
reaction
to
her
kindness
,
he
had
seemed
numbed
to
human
value
or
human
hope
,
but
something
within
him
had
been
reached
and
his
response
was
this
confession
,
this
long
,
desperate
cry
of
rebellion
against
injustice
,
held
back
for
years
,
but
breaking
out
in
recognition
of
the
first
person
he
had
met
in
whose
hearing
an
appeal
for
justice
would
not
be
hopeless
.
It
was
as
if
the
life
he
had
been
about
to
renounce
were
given
back
to
him
by
the
two
essentials
he
needed
:
by
his
food
and
by
the
presence
of
a
rational
being
.
"
But
what
about
John
Galt
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Oh
.
.
.
"
he
said
,
remembering
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
.
.
"
"
You
were
going
to
tell
me
why
people
started
asking
that
question
.
"
"
Yes
.
.
.
"
He
was
looking
off
,
as
if
at
some
sight
which
he
had
studied
for
years
,
but
which
remained
unchanged
and
unsolved
;
his
face
had
an
odd
,
questioning
look
of
terror
.
"
You
were
going
to
tell
me
who
was
the
John
Galt
they
mean
—
if
there
ever
was
such
a
person
.
"
