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They
printed
a
story
describing
the
hardships
of
the
workers
of
Rearden
Steel
under
the
present
rise
in
the
cost
of
their
living
—
next
to
a
story
describing
Hank
Rearden
’
s
profits
,
of
five
years
ago
.
They
printed
a
story
on
the
plight
of
a
Rearden
worker
’
s
wife
trudging
from
store
to
store
in
a
hopeless
quest
for
food
—
next
to
a
story
about
a
champagne
bottle
broken
over
somebody
’
s
head
at
a
drunken
party
given
by
an
unnamed
steel
tycoon
at
a
fashionable
hotel
;
the
steel
tycoon
had
been
Orren
Boyle
,
but
the
story
mentioned
no
names
.
"
Inequalities
still
exist
among
us
,
"
the
newspapers
were
saying
,
"
and
cheat
us
of
the
benefits
of
our
enlightened
age
.
"
"
Privations
have
worn
the
nerves
and
temper
of
the
people
.
The
situation
is
reaching
the
danger
point
.
We
fear
an
outbreak
of
violence
.
"
"
We
fear
an
outbreak
of
violence
,
"
the
newspapers
kept
repeating
.
On
October
28
,
a
group
of
the
new
workers
at
Rearden
Steel
attacked
a
foreman
and
knocked
the
tuyeres
off
a
blast
furnace
.
Two
days
later
,
a
similar
group
broke
the
ground
-
floor
windows
of
the
administration
building
.
A
new
worker
smashed
the
gears
of
a
crane
,
upsetting
a
ladle
of
molten
metal
within
a
yard
of
five
bystanders
.
"
Guess
I
went
nuts
,
worrying
about
my
hungry
kids
,
"
he
said
,
when
arrested
.
"
This
is
no
time
to
theorize
about
who
’
s
right
or
wrong
,
"
the
newspapers
commented
.
"
Our
sole
concern
is
the
fact
that
an
inflammatory
situation
is
endangering
the
steel
output
of
the
country
.
"
Rearden
watched
,
asking
no
questions
.
He
waited
,
as
if
some
final
knowledge
were
in
the
process
of
unraveling
before
him
,
a
process
not
to
be
hastened
or
stopped
.
No
—
he
thought
through
the
early
dusk
of
autumn
evenings
,
looking
out
the
window
of
his
office
—
no
,
he
was
not
indifferent
to
his
mills
;
but
the
feeling
which
had
once
been
passion
for
a
living
entity
was
now
like
the
wistful
tenderness
one
feels
for
the
memory
of
the
loved
and
dead
.
The
special
quality
of
what
one
feels
for
the
dead
,
he
thought
,
is
that
no
action
is
possible
any
longer
.
On
the
morning
of
October
31
,
he
received
a
notice
informing
him
that
all
of
his
property
,
including
his
bank
accounts
and
safety
deposit
boxes
,
had
been
attached
to
satisfy
a
delinquent
judgment
obtained
against
him
in
a
trial
involving
a
deficiency
in
his
personal
income
tax
of
three
years
ago
.
It
was
a
formal
notice
,
complying
with
every
requirement
of
the
law
—
except
that
no
such
deficiency
had
ever
existed
and
no
such
trial
had
ever
taken
place
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
to
his
indignation
-
choked
attorney
,
"
don
’
t
question
them
,
don
’
t
answer
,
don
’
t
object
.
"
"
But
this
is
fantastic
!
"
"
Any
more
fantastic
than
the
rest
?
"
"
Hank
,
do
you
want
me
to
do
nothing
?
To
take
it
lying
down
?
"
"
No
,
standing
up
.
And
I
mean
,
standing
.
Don
’
t
move
.
Don
’
t
act
.
"
"
But
they
’
ve
left
you
helpless
.
"
"
Have
they
?
"
he
asked
softly
,
smiling
.
He
had
a
few
hundred
dollars
in
cash
,
left
in
his
wallet
,
nothing
else
.
