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"
Spirit
?
"
said
the
old
bum
.
"
There
’
s
no
spirit
involved
in
manufacturing
or
in
sex
.
Yet
these
are
man
’
s
only
concerns
.
Matter
—
that
’
s
all
men
know
or
care
about
.
As
witness
our
great
industries
—
the
only
accomplishment
of
our
alleged
civilization
—
built
by
vulgar
materialists
with
the
aims
,
the
interests
and
the
moral
sense
of
hogs
.
It
doesn
’
t
take
any
morality
to
turn
out
a
ten
-
ton
truck
on
an
assembly
line
.
"
"
What
is
morality
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Judgment
to
distinguish
right
and
wrong
,
vision
to
see
the
truth
,
courage
to
act
upon
it
,
dedication
to
that
which
is
good
,
integrity
to
stand
by
the
good
at
any
price
.
But
where
does
one
find
it
?
"
The
young
boy
made
a
sound
that
was
half
-
chuckle
,
half
-
sneer
:
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
She
drank
the
coffee
,
concerned
with
nothing
but
the
pleasure
of
feeling
as
if
the
hot
liquid
were
reviving
the
arteries
of
her
body
.
"
I
can
tell
you
,
"
said
a
small
,
shriveled
tramp
who
wore
a
cap
pulled
low
over
his
eyes
.
"
I
know
.
"
Nobody
heard
him
or
paid
any
attention
.
The
young
boy
was
watching
Dagny
with
a
kind
of
fierce
,
purposeless
intensity
.
"
You
’
re
not
afraid
,
"
he
said
to
her
suddenly
,
without
explanation
,
a
flat
statement
in
a
brusque
,
lifeless
voice
that
had
a
note
of
wonder
.
She
looked
at
him
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
’
m
not
.
"
"
I
know
who
is
John
Galt
,
"
said
the
tramp
.
"
It
’
s
a
secret
,
but
I
know
it
.
"
