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"
I
know
that
this
stands
for
something
.
"
"
The
dollar
sign
?
For
a
great
deal
.
It
stands
on
the
vest
of
every
fat
,
pig
like
figure
in
every
cartoon
,
for
the
purpose
of
denoting
a
crook
,
a
grafter
,
a
scoundrel
—
as
the
one
sure
-
fire
brand
of
evil
.
It
stands
—
as
the
money
of
a
free
country
—
for
achievement
,
for
success
,
for
ability
,
for
man
’
s
creative
power
—
and
,
precisely
for
these
reasons
,
it
is
used
as
a
brand
of
infamy
.
It
stands
stamped
on
the
forehead
of
a
man
like
Hank
Rearden
,
as
a
mark
of
damnation
.
Incidentally
,
do
you
know
where
that
sign
comes
from
?
It
stands
for
the
initials
of
the
United
States
.
"
He
snapped
the
flashlight
off
,
but
he
did
not
move
to
go
;
she
could
distinguish
the
hint
of
his
bitter
smile
.
"
Do
you
know
that
the
United
States
is
the
only
country
in
history
that
has
ever
used
its
own
monogram
as
a
symbol
of
depravity
?
Ask
yourself
why
.
Ask
yourself
how
long
a
country
that
did
that
could
hope
to
exist
,
and
whose
moral
standards
have
destroyed
it
.
It
was
the
only
country
in
history
where
wealth
was
not
acquired
by
looting
,
but
by
production
,
not
by
force
,
but
by
trade
,
the
only
country
whose
money
was
the
symbol
of
man
’
s
right
to
his
own
mind
,
to
his
work
,
to
his
life
,
to
his
happiness
,
to
himself
.
If
this
is
evil
,
by
the
present
standards
of
the
world
,
if
this
is
the
reason
for
damning
us
,
then
we
—
we
,
the
dollar
chasers
and
makers
—
accept
it
and
choose
to
be
damned
by
that
world
.
We
choose
to
wear
the
sign
of
the
dollar
on
our
foreheads
,
proudly
,
as
our
badge
of
nobility
—
the
badge
we
are
willing
to
live
for
and
,
if
need
be
,
to
die
.
"
He
extended
his
hand
for
the
package
.
She
held
it
as
if
her
fingers
would
not
let
it
go
,
but
gave
up
and
placed
it
on
his
palm
.
With
deliberate
slowness
,
as
if
to
underscore
the
meaning
of
his
gesture
,
he
offered
her
a
cigarette
.
She
took
it
and
placed
it
between
her
lips
.
He
took
one
for
himself
,
struck
a
match
,
lighted
both
,
and
they
walked
on
.
They
walked
,
over
rotting
logs
that
sank
without
resistance
into
the
shifting
ground
,
through
a
vast
,
uncongealed
globe
of
moonlight
and
coiling
mist
—
with
two
spots
of
living
fire
in
their
hands
and
the
glow
of
two
small
circles
to
light
their
faces
.
"
Fire
,
a
dangerous
force
,
tamed
at
his
fingertips
.
.
.
"
she
remembered
the
old
man
saying
to
her
,
the
old
man
who
had
said
that
these
cigarettes
were
not
made
anywhere
on
earth
.
"
When
a
man
thinks
,
there
is
a
spot
of
fire
alive
in
his
mind
—
and
it
’
s
proper
that
he
should
have
the
burning
point
of
a
cigarette
as
his
one
expression
.
"
