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"
Yes
,
"
said
Rearden
gently
.
"
Did
you
want
to
see
it
used
by
whining
rotters
who
never
rouse
themselves
to
any
effort
,
who
do
not
possess
the
ability
of
a
filing
clerk
,
but
demand
the
income
of
a
company
president
,
who
drift
from
failure
to
failure
and
expect
you
to
pay
their
bills
,
who
hold
their
wishing
as
an
equivalent
of
your
work
and
their
need
as
a
higher
claim
to
reward
than
your
effort
,
who
demand
that
you
serve
them
,
who
demand
that
it
be
the
aim
of
your
life
to
serve
them
,
who
demand
that
your
strength
be
the
voiceless
,
rightless
,
unpaid
,
unrewarded
slave
of
their
impotence
,
who
proclaim
that
you
are
born
to
serfdom
by
reason
of
your
genius
,
while
they
are
born
to
rule
by
the
grace
of
incompetence
,
that
yours
is
only
to
give
,
but
theirs
only
to
take
,
that
yours
is
to
produce
,
but
theirs
to
consume
,
that
you
are
not
to
be
paid
,
neither
in
matter
nor
in
spirit
,
neither
by
wealth
nor
by
recognition
nor
by
respect
nor
by
gratitude
—
so
that
they
would
ride
on
your
rail
and
sneer
at
you
and
curse
you
,
since
they
owe
you
nothing
,
not
even
the
effort
of
taking
off
their
hats
which
you
paid
for
?
Would
this
be
what
you
wanted
?
Would
you
feel
proud
of
it
?
"
"
I
’
d
blast
that
rail
first
,
"
said
Rearden
,
his
lips
white
.
"
Then
why
don
’
t
you
do
it
,
Mr
.
Rearden
?
Of
the
three
kinds
of
men
I
described
—
which
men
are
being
destroyed
and
which
are
using
your
Line
today
?
"
They
heard
the
distant
metal
heartbeats
of
the
mills
through
the
long
thread
of
silence
.
"
What
I
described
last
,
"
said
Francisco
,
"
is
any
man
who
proclaims
his
right
to
a
single
penny
of
another
man
’
s
effort
.
"
Rearden
did
not
answer
;
he
was
looking
at
the
reflection
of
a
neon
sign
on
dark
windows
in
the
distance
.
"
You
take
pride
in
setting
no
limit
to
your
endurance
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
because
you
think
that
you
are
doing
right
.
What
if
you
aren
’
t
?
What
if
you
’
re
placing
your
virtue
in
the
service
of
evil
and
letting
it
become
a
tool
for
the
destruction
of
everything
you
love
,
respect
and
admire
?
Why
don
’
t
you
uphold
your
own
code
of
values
among
men
as
you
do
among
iron
smelters
?
You
who
won
’
t
allow
one
per
cent
of
impurity
into
an
alloy
of
metal
—
what
have
you
allowed
into
your
moral
code
?
"
Rearden
sat
very
still
;
the
words
in
his
mind
were
like
the
beat
of
steps
down
the
trail
he
had
been
seeking
;
the
words
were
:
the
sanction
of
the
victim
.
