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"
Did
it
ever
occur
to
you
that
it
’
s
the
same
issue
?
The
men
who
think
that
wealth
comes
from
material
resources
and
has
no
intellectual
root
or
meaning
,
are
the
men
who
think
—
for
the
same
reason
—
that
sex
is
a
physical
capacity
which
functions
independently
of
one
’
s
mind
,
choice
or
code
of
values
.
They
think
that
your
body
creates
a
desire
and
makes
a
choice
for
you
—
just
about
in
some
such
way
as
if
iron
ore
transformed
itself
into
railroad
rails
of
its
own
volition
.
Love
is
blind
,
they
say
;
sex
is
impervious
to
reason
and
mocks
the
power
of
all
philosophers
.
But
,
in
fact
,
a
man
’
s
sexual
choice
is
the
result
and
the
sum
of
his
fundamental
convictions
.
Tell
me
what
a
man
finds
sexually
attractive
and
I
will
tell
you
his
entire
philosophy
of
life
.
Show
me
the
woman
he
sleeps
with
and
I
will
tell
you
his
valuation
of
himself
.
No
matter
what
corruption
he
’
s
taught
about
the
virtue
of
selflessness
,
sex
is
the
most
profoundly
selfish
of
all
acts
,
an
act
which
he
cannot
perform
for
any
motive
but
his
own
enjoyment
—
just
try
to
think
of
performing
it
in
a
spirit
of
selfless
charity
!
—
an
act
which
is
not
possible
in
self
-
abasement
,
only
in
self
-
exaltation
,
only
in
the
confidence
of
being
desired
and
being
worthy
of
desire
.
It
is
an
act
that
forces
him
to
stand
naked
in
spirit
,
as
well
as
in
body
,
and
to
accept
his
real
ego
as
,
his
standard
of
value
.
He
will
always
be
attracted
to
the
woman
who
reflects
his
deepest
vision
of
himself
,
the
woman
whose
surrender
permits
him
to
experience
—
or
to
fake
—
a
sense
of
self
-
esteem
.
The
man
who
is
proudly
certain
of
his
own
value
,
will
want
the
highest
type
of
woman
he
can
find
,
the
woman
he
admires
,
the
strongest
,
the
hardest
to
conquer
—
because
only
the
possession
of
a
heroine
will
give
him
the
sense
of
an
achievement
,
not
the
possession
of
a
brainless
slut
.
He
does
not
seek
to
.
.
.
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
he
asked
,
seeing
the
look
on
Rearden
’
s
face
,
a
look
of
intensity
much
beyond
mere
interest
in
an
abstract
discussion
.
"
Go
on
,
"
said
Rearden
tensely
.
"
He
does
not
seek
to
gain
his
value
,
he
seeks
to
express
it
.
There
is
no
conflict
between
the
standards
of
his
mind
and
the
desires
of
his
body
.
But
the
man
who
is
convinced
of
his
own
worthlessness
will
be
drawn
to
a
woman
he
despises
—
because
she
will
reflect
his
own
secret
self
,
she
will
release
him
from
that
objective
reality
in
which
he
is
a
fraud
,
she
will
give
him
a
momentary
illusion
of
his
own
value
and
a
momentary
escape
from
the
moral
code
that
damns
him
.
Observe
the
ugly
mess
which
most
men
make
of
their
sex
lives
—
and
observe
the
mess
of
contradictions
which
they
hold
as
their
moral
philosophy
.
One
proceeds
from
the
other
.
Love
is
our
response
to
our
highest
values
—
and
can
be
nothing
else
.
Let
a
man
corrupt
his
values
and
his
view
of
existence
,
let
him
profess
that
love
is
not
self
-
enjoyment
but
self
-
denial
,
that
virtue
consists
,
not
of
pride
,
but
of
pity
or
pain
or
weakness
or
sacrifice
,
that
the
noblest
love
is
born
,
not
of
admiration
,
but
of
charity
,
not
in
response
to
values
,
but
in
response
to
flaws
—
and
he
will
have
cut
himself
in
two
.
His
body
will
not
obey
him
,
it
will
not
respond
,
it
will
make
him
impotent
toward
the
woman
he
professes
to
love
and
draw
him
to
the
lowest
type
of
whore
he
can
find
.
His
body
will
always
follow
the
ultimate
logic
of
his
deepest
convictions
;
if
he
believes
that
flaws
are
values
,
he
has
damned
existence
as
evil
and
only
the
evil
will
attract
him
.
He
has
damned
himself
and
he
will
feel
that
depravity
is
all
he
is
worthy
of
enjoying
.
He
has
equated
virtue
with
pain
and
he
will
feel
that
vice
is
the
only
realm
of
pleasure
.
Then
he
will
scream
that
his
body
has
vicious
desires
of
its
own
which
his
mind
cannot
conquer
,
that
sex
is
sin
,
that
true
love
is
a
pure
emotion
of
the
spirit
.
And
then
he
will
wonder
why
love
brings
him
nothing
but
boredom
,
and
sex
—
nothing
but
shame
.
"
Rearden
said
slowly
,
looking
off
,
not
realizing
that
he
was
thinking
aloud
,
"
At
least
.
.
.
I
’
ve
never
accepted
that
other
tenet
.
.
.
I
’
ve
never
felt
guilty
about
making
money
.
"
Francisco
missed
the
significance
of
the
first
two
words
;
he
smiled
and
said
eagerly
,
"
You
do
see
that
it
’
s
the
same
issue
?
No
,
you
’
d
never
accept
any
part
of
their
vicious
creed
.
You
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
force
it
upon
yourself
.
If
you
tried
to
damn
sex
as
evil
,
you
’
d
still
find
yourself
,
against
your
will
,
acting
on
the
proper
moral
premise
.
You
’
d
be
attracted
to
the
highest
woman
you
met
.
You
’
d
always
want
a
heroine
.
You
’
d
be
incapable
of
self
-
contempt
.
You
’
d
be
unable
to
believe
that
existence
is
evil
and
that
you
’
re
a
helpless
creature
caught
in
an
impossible
universe
.
You
’
re
the
man
who
’
s
spent
his
life
shaping
matter
to
the
purpose
of
his
mind
.
You
’
re
the
man
who
would
know
that
just
as
an
idea
unexpressed
in
physical
action
is
contemptible
hypocrisy
,
so
is
platonic
love
—
and
just
as
physical
action
unguided
by
an
idea
is
a
fool
’
s
self
-
fraud
,
so
is
sex
when
cut
off
from
one
’
s
code
of
values
.
It
’
s
the
same
issue
,
and
you
would
know
it
.
Your
inviolate
sense
of
self
-
esteem
would
know
it
.
You
would
be
incapable
of
desire
for
a
woman
you
despised
.
Only
the
man
who
extols
the
purity
of
a
love
devoid
of
desire
,
is
capable
of
the
depravity
of
a
desire
devoid
of
love
.
But
observe
that
most
people
are
creatures
cut
in
half
who
keep
swinging
desperately
to
one
side
or
to
the
other
.
One
kind
of
half
is
the
man
who
despises
money
,
factories
,
skyscrapers
and
his
own
body
.
