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"
Just
keep
him
still
.
We
don
’
t
have
to
listen
to
him
,
do
we
?
"
"
Why
,
no
,
but
—
"
"
Then
let
’
s
go
on
.
"
"
What
is
this
?
"
demanded
Lawson
,
"
I
resent
it
.
I
most
emphatically
—
"
But
he
saw
no
support
in
the
faces
around
him
and
stopped
,
his
mouth
sagging
into
an
expression
of
pouting
hatred
.
"
Let
’
s
go
on
,
"
said
Taggart
feverishly
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
asked
Orren
Boyle
,
trying
not
to
know
what
was
the
matter
with
himself
and
why
he
felt
frightened
.
"
Genius
is
a
superstition
,
Jim
,
"
said
Dr
.
Ferris
slowly
,
with
an
odd
kind
of
emphasis
,
as
if
knowing
that
he
was
naming
the
unnamed
in
all
their
minds
.
"
There
’
s
no
such
thing
as
the
intellect
.
A
man
’
s
brain
is
a
social
product
.
A
sum
of
influences
that
he
’
s
picked
up
from
those
around
him
.
Nobody
invents
anything
,
he
merely
reflects
what
’
s
floating
in
the
social
atmosphere
.
A
genius
is
an
intellectual
scavenger
and
a
greedy
hoarder
of
the
ideas
which
rightfully
belong
to
society
,
from
which
he
stole
them
.
All
thought
is
theft
.
If
we
do
away
with
private
fortunes
,
we
’
ll
have
a
fairer
distribution
of
wealth
.
If
we
do
away
with
the
genius
,
we
’
ll
have
a
faker
distribution
of
ideas
.
"
"
Are
we
here
to
talk
business
or
are
we
here
to
kid
one
another
?
"
asked
Fred
Kinnan
.
They
turned
to
him
.
He
was
a
muscular
man
with
large
features
,
but
his
face
had
the
astonishing
property
of
finely
drawn
lines
that
raised
the
corners
of
his
mouth
into
the
permanent
hint
of
a
wise
,
sardonic
grin
.
He
sat
on
the
arm
of
the
chair
,
hands
in
pockets
,
looking
at
Mouch
with
the
smiling
glance
of
a
hardened
policeman
at
a
shoplifter
.
