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But
tonight
she
wore
an
ostentatious
display
:
a
diamond
necklace
,
earrings
,
rings
and
brooches
.
Her
arms
looked
conspicuously
bare
by
contrast
.
On
her
right
wrist
,
as
sole
ornament
,
she
wore
the
bracelet
of
Rearden
Metal
.
The
glittering
gems
made
it
look
like
an
ugly
piece
of
dime
-
store
jewelry
.
When
he
moved
his
glance
from
her
wrist
to
her
face
,
he
found
her
looking
at
him
.
Her
eyes
were
narrowed
and
he
could
not
define
their
expression
;
it
was
a
look
that
seemed
both
veiled
and
purposeful
,
the
look
of
something
hidden
that
flaunted
its
security
from
detection
.
He
wanted
to
tear
the
bracelet
off
her
wrist
.
Instead
,
in
obedience
to
her
voice
gaily
pronouncing
an
introduction
,
he
bowed
to
the
dowager
who
stood
beside
her
,
his
face
expressionless
.
"
Man
?
What
is
man
?
He
’
s
just
a
collection
of
chemicals
with
delusions
of
grandeur
,
"
said
Dr
.
Pritchett
to
a
group
of
guests
across
the
room
.
Dr
.
Pritchett
picked
a
canape
off
a
crystal
dish
,
held
it
speared
between
two
straight
fingers
and
deposited
it
whole
into
his
mouth
.
"
Man
’
s
metaphysical
pretensions
,
"
he
said
,
"
are
preposterous
.
A
miserable
bit
of
protoplasm
,
full
of
ugly
little
concepts
and
mean
little
emotions
—
and
it
imagines
itself
important
!
Really
,
you
know
,
that
is
the
root
of
all
the
troubles
in
the
world
.
"
"
But
which
concepts
are
not
ugly
or
mean
,
Professor
?
"
asked
an
earnest
matron
whose
husband
owned
an
automobile
factory
.
"
None
,
"
said
Dr
.
Pritchett
.
"
None
within
the
range
of
man
’
s
capacity
.
"
A
young
man
asked
hesitantly
,
"
But
if
we
haven
’
t
any
good
concepts
,
how
do
we
know
that
the
ones
we
’
ve
got
are
ugly
?
I
mean
,
by
what
standard
?
"
"
There
aren
’
t
any
standards
.
"
