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"
Well
.
.
.
"
There
was
no
explosion
,
no
anger
—
only
the
feebly
uncertain
voice
of
a
man
on
the
verge
of
abdication
.
"
Well
.
.
.
what
would
you
want
me
to
do
?
"
"
Give
up
.
"
He
looked
at
her
blankly
.
"
Give
up
—
all
of
you
,
you
and
your
Washington
friends
and
your
looting
planners
and
the
whole
of
your
cannibal
philosophy
.
Give
up
and
get
out
of
the
way
and
let
those
of
us
who
can
,
start
from
scratch
out
of
the
ruins
.
"
"
No
!
"
The
explosion
came
,
oddly
,
now
;
it
was
the
scream
of
a
man
who
would
die
rather
than
betray
his
idea
,
and
it
came
from
a
man
who
had
spent
his
life
evading
the
existence
of
ideas
,
acting
with
the
expediency
of
a
criminal
.
She
wondered
whether
she
had
ever
understood
the
essence
of
criminals
.
She
wondered
about
the
nature
of
the
loyalty
to
the
idea
of
denying
ideas
.
"
No
!
"
he
cried
,
his
voice
lower
,
hoarser
and
more
normal
,
sinking
from
the
tone
of
a
zealot
to
the
tone
of
an
overbearing
executive
.
"
That
’
s
impossible
!
That
’
s
out
of
the
question
!
"
"
Who
said
so
?
"
"
Never
mind
!
It
’
s
so
!
Why
do
you
always
think
of
the
impractical
?
Why
don
’
t
you
accept
reality
as
it
is
and
do
something
about
it
?
You
’
re
the
realist
,
you
’
re
the
doer
,
the
mover
,
the
producer
,
the
Nat
Taggart
,
you
’
re
the
person
who
’
s
able
to
achieve
any
goal
she
chooses
!
