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"
Who
?
"
she
asked
without
interest
.
"
An
explorer
,
"
said
the
tramp
.
"
The
greatest
explorer
that
ever
lived
.
The
man
who
found
the
fountain
of
youth
.
"
"
Give
me
another
cup
.
Black
,
"
said
the
old
bum
,
pushing
his
cup
across
the
counter
.
"
John
Galt
spent
years
looking
for
it
.
He
crossed
oceans
,
and
he
crossed
deserts
,
and
he
went
down
into
forgotten
mines
,
miles
under
the
earth
.
But
he
found
it
on
the
top
of
a
mountain
.
It
took
him
ten
years
to
climb
that
mountain
.
It
broke
every
bone
in
his
body
,
it
tore
the
skin
off
his
hands
,
it
made
him
lose
his
home
,
his
name
,
his
love
.
But
he
climbed
it
.
He
found
the
fountain
of
youth
,
which
he
wanted
to
bring
down
to
men
.
Only
he
never
came
back
.
"
"
Why
didn
’
t
he
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Because
he
found
that
it
couldn
’
t
be
brought
down
.
"
The
man
who
sat
in
front
of
Rearden
’
s
desk
had
vague
features
and
a
manner
devoid
of
all
emphasis
,
so
that
one
could
form
no
specific
image
of
his
face
nor
detect
the
driving
motive
of
his
person
.
His
only
mark
of
distinction
seemed
to
be
a
bulbous
nose
,
a
bit
too
large
for
the
rest
of
him
;
his
manner
was
meek
,
but
it
conveyed
a
preposterous
hint
,
the
hint
of
a
threat
deliberately
kept
furtive
,
yet
intended
to
be
recognized
.
Rearden
could
not
understand
the
purpose
of
his
visit
.
He
was
Dr
.
Potter
,
who
held
some
undefined
position
with
the
State
Science
Institute
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
Rearden
asked
for
the
third
time
.
