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"
Yes
,
kid
,
that
’
s
how
it
feels
.
"
The
boy
’
s
head
dropped
back
against
Rearden
’
s
arm
,
the
eyes
closing
,
the
mouth
relaxing
,
as
if
to
hold
a
moment
’
s
profound
contentment
.
"
But
you
can
’
t
stop
there
.
You
’
re
not
through
.
You
’
ve
got
to
hang
on
till
I
get
you
to
a
doctor
and
—
"
He
was
lifting
the
boy
cautiously
,
but
a
convulsion
of
pain
ran
through
the
boy
’
s
face
,
his
mouth
twisting
to
stop
a
cry
—
and
Rearden
had
to
lower
him
gently
back
to
the
ground
.
The
boy
shook
his
head
with
a
glance
that
was
almost
apology
.
"
I
won
’
t
make
it
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
.
.
No
use
fooling
myself
.
.
.
I
know
I
’
m
through
.
"
Then
,
as
if
by
some
dim
recoil
against
self
-
pity
,
he
added
,
reciting
a
memorized
lesson
,
his
voice
a
desperate
attempt
at
his
old
,
cynical
,
intellectual
tone
,
"
What
does
it
matter
,
Mr
.
Rearden
?
.
.
.
Man
is
only
a
collection
of
.
.
.
conditioned
chemicals
.
.
.
and
a
man
’
s
dying
doesn
’
t
make
.
.
.
any
more
difference
than
an
animal
’
s
.
"
"
You
know
better
than
that
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Yes
,
I
guess
I
do
.
"
His
eyes
wandered
over
the
vast
darkness
,
then
rose
to
Rearden
’
s
face
;
the
eyes
were
helpless
,
longing
,
childishly
bewildered
.
"
I
know
.
.
.
it
’
s
crap
,
all
those
things
they
taught
us
.
.
.
all
of
it
,
everything
they
said
.
.
.
about
living
or
.
.
.
or
dying
.
.
.
Dying
.
.
.
it
wouldn
’
t
make
any
difference
to
chemicals
,
but
—
"
he
stopped
,
and
all
of
his
desperate
protest
was
only
in
the
intensity
of
his
voice
dropping
lower
to
say
,
"
—
but
it
does
,
to
me
.
.
.
And
.
.
.
and
,
I
guess
,
it
makes
a
difference
to
an
animal
,
too
.
.
.
But
they
said
there
are
no
values
.
.
.
only
social
customs
.
.
.
No
values
!
"
His
hand
clutched
blindly
at
the
hole
in
his
chest
,
as
if
trying
to
hold
that
which
he
was
losing
.
"
No
.
.
.
values
.
.
.
"
Then
his
eyes
opened
wider
,
with
the
sudden
calm
of
full
frankness
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
live
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
God
,
how
I
’
d
like
to
!
"
His
voice
was
passionately
quiet
.
"
Not
because
I
’
m
dying
.
.
.
but
because
I
’
ve
just
discovered
it
tonight
,
what
it
means
,
really
to
be
alive
.
.
.
And
.
.
.
it
’
s
funny
.
.
.
do
you
know
when
I
discovered
it
?
.
.
.
In
the
office
.
.
.
when
I
stuck
my
neck
out
.
.
.
when
I
told
the
bastards
to
go
to
hell
.
.
.
There
’
s
.
.
.
there
’
s
so
many
things
I
wish
I
’
d
known
sooner
.
.
.
But
.
.
.
well
,
it
’
s
no
use
crying
over
spilled
milk
.
"
He
saw
Rearden
’
s
involuntary
glance
at
the
flattened
trail
below
and
added
,
"
Over
spilled
anything
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
"
