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"
No
,
Mother
,
not
now
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
trouble
I
’
ve
always
had
with
you
.
"
She
was
not
looking
at
him
,
but
reciting
words
into
space
.
"
It
’
s
no
use
trying
to
do
things
for
you
,
you
don
’
t
appreciate
it
.
I
could
never
make
you
eat
properly
.
"
"
Henry
,
you
work
too
hard
,
"
said
Philip
.
"
It
’
s
not
good
for
you
.
"
Rearden
laughed
.
"
I
like
it
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
you
tell
yourself
.
It
’
s
a
form
of
neurosis
,
you
know
.
When
a
man
drowns
himself
in
work
,
it
’
s
because
he
’
s
trying
to
escape
from
something
.
You
ought
to
have
a
hobby
.
"
"
Oh
,
Phil
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
!
"
he
said
,
and
regretted
the
irritation
in
his
voice
.
Philip
had
always
been
in
precarious
health
,
though
doctors
had
found
no
specific
defect
in
his
loose
,
gangling
body
.
He
was
thirty
-
eight
,
but
his
chronic
weariness
made
people
think
at
times
that
he
was
older
than
his
brother
.
"
You
ought
to
learn
to
have
some
fun
,
"
said
Philip
.
"
Otherwise
,
you
’
ll
become
dull
and
narrow
.
Single
-
tracked
,
you
know
.
You
ought
to
get
out
of
your
little
private
shell
and
take
a
look
at
the
world
.
You
don
’
t
want
to
miss
life
,
the
way
you
’
re
doing
.
"
Fighting
anger
,
Rearden
told
himself
that
this
was
Philip
’
s
form
of
solicitude
.
He
told
himself
that
it
would
be
unjust
to
feel
resentment
:
they
were
all
trying
to
show
their
concern
for
him
—
and
he
wished
these
were
not
the
things
they
had
chosen
for
concern
.
"
I
had
a
pretty
good
time
today
,
Phil
,
"
he
answered
,
smiling
—
and
wondered
why
Philip
did
not
ask
him
what
it
was
.
