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"
Just
remember
Mr
.
Thompson
’
s
orders
,
"
one
of
them
told
him
contemptuously
.
"
One
wrong
squawk
out
of
you
—
and
you
’
ll
regret
it
,
brother
.
"
It
was
not
the
snow
on
his
temples
—
thought
Dr
.
Stadler
—
it
was
a
burning
pressure
,
it
had
been
there
since
that
scene
,
last
night
,
when
he
had
screamed
to
Mr
.
Thompson
that
he
could
not
see
John
Galt
.
He
had
screamed
in
blind
terror
,
begging
a
circle
of
impassive
faces
not
to
make
him
do
it
,
sobbing
that
he
would
do
anything
but
that
.
The
faces
had
not
condescended
to
argue
or
even
to
threaten
him
;
they
had
merely
given
him
orders
.
He
had
spent
a
sleepless
night
,
telling
himself
that
he
would
not
obey
;
but
he
was
walking
toward
that
door
.
The
burning
pressure
on
his
temples
and
the
faint
,
dizzying
nausea
of
unreality
came
from
the
fact
that
he
could
not
recapture
the
sense
of
being
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
.
He
noticed
the
metallic
gleam
of
the
bayonets
held
by
the
guards
at
the
door
,
and
the
sound
of
a
key
being
turned
in
a
lock
.
He
found
himself
walking
forward
and
heard
the
door
being
locked
behind
him
.
Across
the
long
room
,
he
saw
John
Galt
sitting
on
the
window
sill
,
a
tall
,
slender
figure
in
slacks
and
shirt
,
one
leg
slanting
down
to
the
floor
,
the
other
bent
,
his
hands
clasping
his
knee
,
his
head
of
sun
-
streaked
hair
raised
against
a
spread
of
gray
sky
—
and
suddenly
Dr
.
Stadler
saw
the
figure
of
a
young
boy
sitting
on
the
porch
-
railing
of
his
home
,
near
the
campus
of
the
Patrick
Henry
University
,
with
the
sun
on
the
chestnut
hair
of
a
head
lifted
against
a
spread
of
summer
blue
,
and
he
heard
the
passionate
intensity
of
his
own
voice
saying
twenty
-
two
years
ago
:
"
The
only
sacred
value
in
the
world
,
John
,
is
the
human
mind
,
the
inviolate
human
mind
.
.
.
"
—
and
he
cried
to
that
boy
’
s
figure
,
across
the
room
and
across
the
years
:
"
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
,
John
!
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
!
"
He
gripped
the
edge
of
a
table
between
them
,
for
support
and
as
a
protective
barrier
,
even
though
the
figure
on
the
window
sill
had
not
moved
.
"
I
didn
’
t
bring
you
to
this
!
"
he
cried
.
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
!
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
!
It
’
s
not
what
I
intended
!
.
.
.
John
!
I
’
m
not
to
blame
for
it
!
I
’
m
not
!
I
never
had
a
chance
against
them
!
They
own
the
world
!
They
left
me
no
place
in
it
!
.
.
.
What
’
s
reason
to
them
?
What
’
s
science
?
You
don
’
t
know
how
deadly
they
are
!
You
don
’
t
understand
them
!
They
don
’
t
think
!
They
’
re
mindless
animals
moved
by
irrational
feelings
—
by
their
greedy
,
grasping
,
blind
,
unaccountable
feelings
!
They
seize
whatever
they
want
,
that
’
s
all
they
know
:
that
they
want
it
,
regardless
of
cause
,
effect
or
logic
—
they
want
it
,
the
bloody
,
grubbing
pigs
!
.
.
.
The
mind
?
Don
’
t
you
know
how
futile
it
is
,
the
mind
,
against
those
mindless
hordes
?
Our
weapons
are
so
helplessly
,
laughably
childish
:
truth
,
knowledge
,
reason
,
values
,
rights
!
Force
is
all
they
know
,
force
,
fraud
and
plunder
!
.
.
.
John
!
Don
’
t
look
at
me
like
that
!
What
could
I
do
against
their
fists
?
I
had
to
live
,
didn
’
t
I
?
It
wasn
’
t
for
myself
—
it
was
for
the
future
of
science
!
I
had
to
be
left
alone
,
I
had
to
be
protected
,
I
had
to
make
terms
with
them
—
there
’
s
no
way
to
live
except
on
their
terms
—
there
isn
’
t
!
—
do
you
hear
me
?
—
there
isn
’
t
!
.
.
.
What
did
you
want
me
to
do
?
Spend
my
life
begging
for
jobs
?
Begging
my
inferiors
for
funds
and
endowments
?
Did
you
want
my
work
to
depend
on
the
mercy
of
the
ruffians
who
have
a
knack
for
making
money
?
I
had
no
time
to
compete
with
them
for
money
or
markets
or
any
of
their
miserable
material
pursuit
!
Was
that
your
idea
of
justice
—
that
they
should
spend
their
money
on
liquor
,
yachts
and
women
,
while
the
priceless
hours
of
my
life
were
wasted
for
lack
of
scientific
equipment
?
Persuasion
?
How
could
I
persuade
them
?
What
language
could
I
speak
to
men
who
don
’
t
think
?
.
.
.
You
don
’
t
know
how
lonely
I
was
,
how
starved
for
some
spark
of
intelligence
!
How
lonely
and
tired
and
helpless
!
Why
should
a
mind
like
mine
have
to
bargain
with
ignorant
fools
?
