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They
’
d
never
contribute
a
penny
to
science
!
Why
shouldn
’
t
they
be
forced
?
It
wasn
’
t
you
that
I
wanted
to
force
!
That
gun
was
not
aimed
at
the
intellect
!
It
wasn
’
t
aimed
at
men
like
you
and
me
,
only
at
mindless
materialists
!
.
.
.
Why
do
you
look
at
me
that
way
?
I
had
no
choice
!
There
isn
’
t
any
choice
except
to
beat
them
at
their
own
game
!
Oh
yes
,
it
is
their
game
,
they
set
the
rules
!
What
do
we
count
,
the
few
who
can
think
?
We
can
only
hope
to
get
by
,
unnoticed
—
and
to
trick
them
into
serving
our
aims
!
.
.
.
Don
’
t
you
know
how
noble
a
purpose
it
was
—
my
vision
of
the
future
of
science
?
Human
knowledge
set
free
of
material
bonds
!
An
unlimited
end
unrestricted
by
means
!
I
am
not
a
traitor
,
John
!
I
’
m
not
!
I
was
serving
the
cause
of
the
mind
!
What
I
saw
ahead
,
what
I
wanted
,
what
I
felt
,
was
not
to
be
measured
in
their
miserable
dollars
!
I
wanted
a
laboratory
!
I
needed
it
!
What
do
I
care
where
it
came
from
or
how
?
I
could
do
so
much
!
I
could
reach
such
heights
!
Don
’
t
you
have
any
pity
?
I
wanted
it
!
.
.
.
What
if
they
had
to
be
forced
?
Who
are
they
to
think
,
anyway
?
Why
did
you
teach
them
to
rebel
?
It
would
have
worked
,
if
you
hadn
’
t
withdrawn
them
!
It
would
have
worked
,
I
tell
you
!
It
wouldn
’
t
be
—
like
this
!
.
.
.
Don
’
t
accuse
me
!
We
can
’
t
be
guilty
.
.
.
all
of
us
.
.
.
for
centuries
.
.
.
We
can
’
t
be
so
totally
wrong
!
.
.
.
We
’
re
not
to
be
damned
!
We
had
no
choice
!
There
is
no
other
way
to
live
on
earth
!
.
.
.
Why
don
’
t
you
answer
me
?
What
are
you
seeing
?
Are
you
thinking
of
that
speech
you
made
?
I
don
’
t
want
to
think
of
it
!
It
was
only
logic
!
One
can
’
t
live
by
logic
!
Do
you
hear
me
?
.
.
.
Don
’
t
look
at
me
!
You
’
re
asking
the
impossible
!
Men
can
’
t
exist
your
way
!
You
permit
no
moments
of
weakness
,
you
don
’
t
allow
for
human
frailties
or
human
feelings
!
What
do
you
want
of
us
?
Rationality
twenty
-
four
hours
a
day
,
with
no
loophole
,
no
rest
,
no
escape
?
.
.
.
Don
’
t
look
at
me
,
God
damn
you
!
I
’
m
not
afraid
of
you
any
longer
!
Do
you
hear
me
?
I
am
not
afraid
!
Who
are
you
to
blame
me
,
you
miserable
failure
?
Here
’
s
where
your
road
has
brought
you
!
Here
you
are
,
caught
,
helpless
,
under
guard
,
to
be
killed
by
those
brutes
at
any
moment
—
and
you
dare
to
accuse
me
of
being
impractical
!
Oh
yes
,
you
’
re
going
to
be
killed
!
You
won
’
t
win
!
You
can
’
t
be
allowed
to
win
!
You
are
the
man
who
has
to
be
destroyed
!
"
Dr
.
Stadler
’
s
gasp
was
a
muffled
scream
,
as
if
the
immobility
of
the
figure
on
the
window
sill
had
served
as
a
silent
reflector
and
had
suddenly
made
him
see
the
full
meaning
of
his
own
words
.
"
No
!
"
moaned
Dr
.
Stadler
,
moving
his
head
from
side
to
side
,
to
escape
the
unmoving
green
eyes
.
"
No
!
.
.
.
No
!
.
.
.
No
!
"
Galt
’
s
voice
had
the
same
unbending
austerity
as
his
eyes
:
"
You
have
said
everything
I
wanted
to
say
to
you
.
"
Dr
.
Stadler
banged
his
fists
against
the
door
;
when
it
was
opened
,
he
ran
out
of
the
room
.
For
three
days
,
no
one
entered
Galt
’
s
suite
except
the
guards
who
brought
his
meals
.
Early
on
the
evening
of
the
fourth
day
,
the
door
opened
to
admit
Chick
Morrison
with
two
companions
.
Chick
Morrison
was
dressed
in
dinner
clothes
,
and
his
smile
was
nervous
,
but
a
shade
more
confident
than
usual
.
One
of
his
companions
was
a
valet
.
The
other
was
a
muscular
man
whose
face
seemed
to
clash
with
his
tuxedo
:
it
was
a
stony
face
with
sleepy
eyelids
,
pale
,
darting
eyes
and
a
prizefighter
’
s
broken
nose
;
his
skull
was
shaved
except
for
a
patch
of
faded
blond
curls
on
top
;
he
kept
his
right
hand
in
the
pocket
of
his
trousers
.
