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You
could
save
us
now
,
you
could
find
a
way
to
make
things
work
—
if
you
wanted
to
!
"
She
burst
out
laughing
.
There
,
she
thought
,
was
the
ultimate
goal
of
all
that
loose
academic
prattle
which
businessmen
had
ignored
for
years
,
the
goal
of
all
the
slipshod
definitions
,
the
sloppy
generalities
,
the
soupy
abstractions
,
all
claiming
that
obedience
to
objective
reality
is
the
same
as
obedience
to
the
State
,
that
there
is
no
difference
between
a
law
of
nature
and
a
bureaucrat
’
s
directive
,
that
a
hungry
man
is
not
free
,
that
man
must
be
released
from
the
tyranny
of
food
,
shelter
and
clothing
—
all
of
it
,
for
years
,
that
the
day
might
come
when
Nat
Taggart
,
the
realist
,
would
be
asked
to
consider
the
will
of
Cuffy
Meigs
as
a
fact
of
nature
,
irrevocable
and
absolute
like
steel
,
rails
and
gravitation
,
to
accept
the
Meigs
made
world
as
an
objective
,
unchangeable
reality
—
then
to
continue
producing
abundance
in
that
world
.
There
was
the
goal
of
all
those
con
men
of
library
and
classroom
,
who
sold
their
revelations
as
reason
,
their
"
instincts
"
as
science
,
their
cravings
as
knowledge
,
the
goal
of
all
the
savages
of
the
non
-
objective
,
the
non
-
absolute
,
the
relative
,
the
tentative
,
the
probable
—
the
savages
who
,
seeing
a
farmer
gather
a
harvest
,
can
consider
it
only
as
a
mystic
phenomenon
unbound
by
the
law
of
causality
and
created
by
the
farmer
’
s
omnipotent
whim
,
who
then
proceed
to
seize
the
farmer
,
to
chain
him
,
to
deprive
him
of
tools
,
of
seeds
,
of
water
,
of
soil
,
to
push
him
out
on
a
barren
rock
and
to
command
:
"
Now
grow
a
harvest
and
feed
us
!
"
No
—
she
thought
,
expecting
Jim
to
ask
it
—
it
would
be
useless
to
try
to
explain
what
she
was
laughing
at
,
he
would
not
be
able
to
understand
it
.
But
he
did
not
ask
it
.
Instead
,
she
saw
him
slumping
and
heard
him
say
—
terrifyingly
,
because
his
words
were
so
irrelevant
,
if
he
did
not
understand
,
and
so
monstrous
,
if
he
did
,
"
Dagny
,
I
’
m
your
brother
.
.
.
"
She
drew
herself
up
,
her
muscles
growing
rigid
,
as
if
she
were
about
to
face
a
killer
’
s
gun
.
"
Dagny
"
—
his
voice
was
the
soft
,
nasal
,
monotonous
whine
of
a
beggar
—
"
I
want
to
be
president
of
a
railroad
.
I
want
it
.
Why
can
’
t
I
have
my
wish
as
you
always
have
yours
?
Why
shouldn
’
t
I
be
given
the
fulfillment
of
my
desires
as
you
always
fulfill
any
desire
of
your
own
?
Why
should
you
be
happy
while
I
suffer
?
Oh
yes
,
the
world
is
yours
,
you
’
re
the
one
who
has
the
brains
to
run
it
.
Then
why
do
you
permit
suffering
in
your
world
?
You
proclaim
the
pursuit
of
happiness
,
but
you
doom
me
to
frustration
.
Don
’
t
I
have
the
right
to
demand
any
form
of
happiness
I
choose
?
Isn
’
t
that
a
debt
which
you
owe
me
?
Am
I
not
your
brother
?
"
His
glance
was
like
a
prowler
’
s
flashlight
searching
her
face
for
a
shred
of
pity
.
It
found
nothing
but
a
look
of
revulsion
.
