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They
stood
in
silence
,
in
the
glare
of
a
single
light
refracted
from
the
glass
surface
to
their
faces
.
Train
wheels
were
clicking
in
the
distance
,
and
it
seemed
at
times
as
if
a
sudden
,
sharper
jolt
of
vibration
were
about
to
awaken
an
answer
from
the
corpse
in
the
glass
case
.
"
It
’
s
so
wonderful
,
"
said
Dr
.
Stadler
,
his
voice
low
.
"
It
’
s
so
wonderful
to
see
a
great
,
new
,
crucial
idea
which
is
not
mine
!
"
She
looked
at
him
,
wishing
she
could
believe
that
she
understood
him
correctly
.
He
spoke
,
in
passionate
sincerity
,
discarding
convention
,
discarding
concern
for
whether
it
was
proper
to
let
her
hear
the
confession
of
his
pain
,
seeing
nothing
but
the
face
of
a
woman
who
was
able
to
understand
:
"
Miss
Taggart
,
do
you
know
the
hallmark
of
the
second
-
rater
?
It
’
s
resentment
of
another
man
’
s
achievement
.
Those
touchy
mediocrities
who
sit
trembling
lest
someone
’
s
work
prove
greater
than
their
own
—
they
have
no
inkling
of
the
loneliness
that
comes
when
you
reach
the
top
.
The
loneliness
for
an
equal
—
for
a
mind
to
respect
and
an
achievement
to
admire
.
They
bare
their
teeth
at
you
from
out
of
their
rat
holes
,
thinking
that
you
take
pleasure
in
letting
your
brilliance
dim
them
—
while
you
’
d
give
a
year
of
your
life
to
see
a
flicker
of
talent
anywhere
among
them
.
They
envy
achievement
,
and
their
dream
of
greatness
is
a
world
where
all
men
have
become
their
acknowledged
inferiors
.
They
don
’
t
know
that
that
dream
is
the
infallible
proof
of
mediocrity
,
because
that
sort
of
world
is
what
the
man
of
achievement
would
not
be
able
to
bear
.
They
have
no
way
of
knowing
what
he
feels
when
surrounded
by
inferiors
—
hatred
?
no
,
not
hatred
,
but
boredom
the
terrible
,
hopeless
,
draining
,
paralyzing
boredom
.
Of
what
account
are
praise
and
adulation
from
men
whom
you
don
’
t
respect
?
Have
you
ever
felt
the
longing
for
someone
you
could
admire
?
For
something
,
not
to
look
down
at
,
but
up
to
?
"
"
I
’
ve
felt
it
all
my
life
,
"
she
said
.
It
was
an
answer
she
could
not
refuse
him
.
"
I
know
,
"
he
said
—
and
there
was
beauty
in
the
impersonal
gentleness
of
his
voice
.
"
I
knew
it
the
first
time
I
spoke
to
you
.
That
was
why
I
came
today
—
"
He
stopped
for
the
briefest
instant
,
but
she
did
not
answer
the
appeal
and
he
finished
with
the
same
quiet
gentleness
,
"
Well
,
that
was
why
I
wanted
to
see
the
motor
.
"
"
I
understand
,
"
she
said
softly
;
the
tone
of
her
voice
was
the
only
form
of
acknowledgment
she
could
grant
him
.
"
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
said
,
his
eyes
lowered
,
looking
at
the
glass
case
,
"
I
know
a
man
who
might
be
able
to
undertake
the
reconstruction
of
that
motor
.
He
would
not
work
for
me
—
so
he
is
probably
the
kind
of
man
you
want
.
"
But
by
the
time
he
raised
his
head
—
and
before
he
saw
the
look
of
admiration
in
her
eyes
,
the
open
look
he
had
begged
for
,
the
look
of
forgiveness
—
he
destroyed
his
single
moment
’
s
atonement
by
adding
in
a
voice
of
drawing
-
room
sarcasm
,
"
Apparently
,
the
young
man
had
no
desire
to
work
for
the
good
of
society
or
the
welfare
of
science
.
He
told
me
that
he
would
not
take
a
government
job
.
I
presume
he
wanted
the
bigger
salary
he
could
hope
to
obtain
from
a
private
employer
.
"
