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Rearden
had
never
been
able
to
keep
track
of
the
many
organizations
to
which
Philip
belonged
,
nor
to
get
a
clear
idea
of
their
activities
.
He
had
heard
Philip
talking
vaguely
about
this
one
for
the
last
six
months
.
It
seemed
to
be
devoted
to
some
sort
of
free
lectures
on
psychology
,
folk
music
and
co
-
operative
farming
.
Rearden
felt
contempt
for
groups
of
that
kind
and
saw
no
reason
for
a
closer
inquiry
into
their
nature
.
He
remained
silent
.
Philip
added
without
being
prompted
,
"
We
need
ten
thousand
dollars
for
a
vital
program
,
but
it
’
s
a
martyr
’
s
task
,
trying
to
raise
money
.
There
’
s
not
a
speck
of
social
conscience
left
in
people
.
When
I
think
of
the
kind
of
bloated
money
-
bags
I
saw
today
—
why
,
they
spend
more
than
that
on
any
whim
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
squeeze
just
a
hundred
bucks
a
piece
out
of
them
,
which
was
all
I
asked
.
They
have
no
sense
of
moral
duty
,
no
.
.
.
What
are
you
laughing
at
?
"
he
asked
sharply
.
Rearden
stood
before
him
,
grinning
.
It
was
so
childishly
blatant
,
thought
Rearden
,
so
helplessly
crude
:
the
hint
and
the
insult
,
offered
together
.
It
would
be
so
easy
to
squash
Philip
by
returning
the
insult
,
he
thought
—
by
returning
an
insult
which
would
be
deadly
because
it
would
be
true
—
that
he
could
not
bring
himself
to
utter
it
.
Surely
,
he
thought
,
the
poor
fool
knows
he
’
s
at
my
mercy
,
knows
he
’
s
opened
himself
to
be
hurt
,
so
I
don
’
t
have
to
do
it
,
and
my
not
doing
it
is
my
best
answer
,
which
he
won
’
t
be
able
to
miss
.
What
sort
of
misery
does
he
really
live
in
,
to
get
himself
twisted
quite
so
badly
?
And
then
Rearden
thought
suddenly
that
he
could
break
through
Philip
’
s
chronic
wretchedness
for
once
,
give
him
a
shock
of
pleasure
,
the
unexpected
gratification
of
a
hopeless
desire
.
He
thought
:
What
do
I
care
about
the
nature
of
his
desire
?
—
it
’
s
his
,
just
as
Rearden
Metal
was
mine
—
it
must
mean
to
him
what
that
meant
to
me
—
let
’
s
see
him
happy
just
once
,
it
might
teach
him
something
—
didn
’
t
I
say
that
happiness
is
the
agent
of
purification
?
—
I
’
m
celebrating
tonight
,
so
let
him
share
in
it
—
it
will
be
so
much
for
him
,
and
so
little
for
me
.
"
Philip
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
,
"
call
Miss
Ives
at
my
office
tomorrow
.
She
’
ll
have
a
check
for
you
for
ten
thousand
dollars
.
"
Philip
stared
at
him
blankly
;
it
was
neither
shock
nor
pleasure
;
it
was
just
the
empty
stare
of
eyes
that
looked
glassy
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Philip
,
then
added
,
"
We
’
ll
appreciate
it
very
much
.
"
There
was
no
emotion
in
his
voice
,
not
even
the
simple
one
of
greed
.
Rearden
could
not
understand
his
own
feeling
:
it
was
as
if
something
leaden
and
empty
were
collapsing
within
him
,
he
felt
both
the
weight
and
the
emptiness
,
together
.
He
knew
it
was
disappointment
,
but
he
wondered
why
it
was
so
gray
and
ugly
.
"
It
’
s
very
nice
of
you
,
Henry
,
"
Philip
said
dryly
.
"
I
’
m
surprised
.
I
didn
’
t
expect
it
of
you
.
"
