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Then
the
sobbing
stopped
and
the
boy
raised
his
head
.
His
face
seemed
thinner
and
paler
,
but
the
eyes
were
lustrous
,
and
he
looked
up
at
Rearden
,
straining
for
the
strength
to
speak
.
"
Mr
.
Rearden
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
I
liked
you
very
much
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
"
The
boy
’
s
features
had
no
power
to
form
a
smile
,
but
it
was
a
smile
that
spoke
in
his
glance
,
as
he
looked
at
Rearden
’
s
face
—
as
he
looked
at
that
which
he
had
not
known
he
had
been
seeking
through
the
brief
span
of
his
life
,
seeking
as
the
image
of
that
which
he
had
not
known
to
be
his
values
.
Then
his
head
fell
back
,
and
there
was
no
convulsion
in
his
face
,
only
his
mouth
relaxing
to
a
shape
of
serenity
—
but
there
was
a
brief
stab
of
convulsion
in
his
body
,
like
a
last
cry
of
protest
—
and
Rearden
went
on
slowly
,
not
altering
his
pace
,
even
though
he
knew
that
no
caution
was
necessary
any
longer
because
what
he
was
carrying
in
his
arms
was
now
that
which
had
been
the
boy
’
s
teachers
’
idea
of
man
—
a
collection
of
chemicals
.
He
walked
,
as
if
this
were
his
form
of
last
tribute
and
funeral
procession
for
the
young
life
that
had
ended
in
his
arms
.
He
felt
an
anger
too
intense
to
identify
except
as
a
pressure
within
him
:
it
was
a
desire
to
kill
.
The
desire
was
not
directed
at
the
unknown
thug
who
had
sent
a
bullet
through
the
boy
’
s
body
,
or
at
the
looting
bureaucrats
who
had
hired
the
thug
to
do
it
,
but
at
the
boy
’
s
teachers
who
had
delivered
him
,
disarmed
,
to
the
thug
’
s
gun
—
at
the
soft
,
safe
assassins
of
college
classrooms
who
,
incompetent
to
answer
the
queries
of
a
quest
for
reason
,
took
pleasure
in
crippling
the
young
minds
entrusted
to
their
care
.
Somewhere
,
he
thought
,
there
was
this
boy
’
s
mother
,
who
had
trembled
with
protective
concern
over
his
groping
steps
,
while
teaching
him
to
walk
,
who
had
measured
his
baby
formulas
with
a
jeweler
’
s
caution
,
who
had
obeyed
with
a
zealot
’
s
fervor
the
latest
words
of
science
on
his
diet
and
hygiene
,
protecting
his
unhardened
body
from
germs
—
then
had
sent
him
to
be
turned
into
a
tortured
neurotic
by
the
men
who
taught
him
that
he
had
no
mind
and
must
never
attempt
to
think
.
Had
she
fed
him
tainted
refuse
,
he
thought
,
had
she
mixed
poison
into
his
food
,
it
would
have
been
more
kind
and
less
fatal
.
He
thought
of
all
the
living
species
that
train
their
young
in
the
art
of
survival
,
the
cats
who
teach
their
kittens
to
hunt
,
the
birds
who
spend
such
strident
effort
on
teaching
their
fledglings
to
fly
—
yet
man
,
whose
tool
of
survival
is
the
mind
,
does
not
merely
fail
to
teach
a
child
to
think
,
but
devotes
the
child
’
s
education
to
the
purpose
of
destroying
his
brain
,
of
convincing
him
that
thought
is
futile
and
evil
,
before
he
has
started
to
think
.
