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Why
should
I
?
"
"
Because
I
need
it
!
"
Rearden
pointed
to
the
red
spurts
of
flame
shooting
from
the
black
shape
of
a
furnace
,
shooting
safely
into
space
four
hundred
feet
of
steel
-
clay
-
and
-
steam
-
embodied
thought
above
them
.
"
I
needed
that
furnace
,
Philip
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
my
need
that
gave
it
to
me
.
"
Philip
’
s
face
assumed
a
look
of
not
having
heard
.
"
You
’
re
not
officially
supposed
to
hire
anybody
,
but
that
’
s
just
a
technicality
,
if
you
’
ll
put
me
on
,
my
friends
will
okay
it
without
any
trouble
and
—
"
Something
about
Rearden
’
s
eyes
made
him
stop
abruptly
,
then
ask
in
an
angrily
impatient
voice
,
"
Well
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
What
have
I
said
that
’
s
wrong
?
"
"
What
you
haven
’
t
said
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
"
What
you
’
re
squirming
to
leave
unmentioned
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
That
you
’
d
be
of
no
use
to
me
whatever
.
"
"
Is
that
what
you
—
"
Philip
started
with
automatic
righteousness
,
but
stopped
and
did
not
finish
.
