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"
Don
’
t
explain
.
"
"
And
besides
,
you
misunderstood
me
,
Henry
.
I
haven
’
t
said
anything
to
insult
you
.
I
wasn
’
t
speaking
in
any
personal
way
.
I
was
only
discussing
the
general
political
picture
from
an
abstract
sociological
viewpoint
which
—
"
"
Don
’
t
explain
,
"
said
Rearden
.
He
was
looking
at
Philip
’
s
face
.
It
was
half
-
lowered
,
its
eyes
looking
up
at
him
.
The
eyes
were
lifeless
,
as
if
they
had
witnessed
nothing
;
they
held
no
spark
of
excitement
,
no
personal
sensation
,
neither
of
defiance
nor
of
regret
,
neither
of
shame
nor
of
suffering
;
they
were
filmy
ovals
that
held
no
response
to
reality
,
no
attempt
to
understand
it
,
to
weigh
it
,
to
reach
some
verdict
of
justice
—
ovals
that
held
nothing
but
a
dull
,
still
,
mindless
hatred
.
"
Don
’
t
explain
.
Just
keep
your
mouth
shut
.
"
The
revulsion
that
made
Rearden
turn
his
face
away
contained
a
spasm
of
pity
.
There
was
an
instant
when
he
wanted
to
seize
his
brother
’
s
shoulders
,
to
shake
him
,
to
cry
:
How
could
you
do
this
to
yourself
?
How
did
you
come
to
a
stage
where
this
is
all
that
’
s
left
of
you
?
Why
did
you
let
the
wonderful
fact
of
your
own
existence
go
by
?
.
.
.
He
looked
away
.
He
knew
it
was
useless
.
He
noted
,
in
weary
contempt
,
that
the
three
at
the
table
remained
silent
.
Through
all
the
years
past
,
his
consideration
for
them
had
brought
him
nothing
but
their
maliciously
righteous
reproaches
.
Where
was
their
righteousness
now
?
Now
was
the
time
to
stand
on
their
code
of
justice
—
if
justice
had
been
any
part
of
their
code
.
Why
didn
’
t
they
throw
at
him
all
those
accusations
of
cruelty
and
selfishness
,
which
he
had
come
to
accept
as
the
eternal
chorus
to
his
life
?
What
had
permitted
them
to
do
it
for
years
?
He
knew
that
the
words
he
heard
in
his
mind
were
the
key
to
the
answer
:
The
sanction
of
the
victim
.
"
Don
’
t
let
’
s
quarrel
,
"
said
his
mother
,
her
voice
cheerless
and
vague
.
"
It
’
s
Thanksgiving
Day
.
"
When
he
looked
at
Lillian
,
he
caught
a
glance
that
made
him
certain
she
had
watched
him
for
a
long
time
:
its
quality
was
panic
.
He
got
up
.
"
You
will
please
excuse
me
now
,
"
he
said
to
the
table
at
large
.
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
asked
Lillian
sharply
.
