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"
Take
Rearden
Metal
away
from
you
.
"
Rearden
smiled
and
,
prompted
by
a
desperate
pity
,
said
,
"
Forget
it
,
Non
-
Absolute
.
There
are
no
rights
.
"
"
I
know
there
aren
’
t
.
But
I
mean
.
.
.
what
I
mean
is
that
they
can
’
t
do
it
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
He
could
not
help
smiling
.
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
don
’
t
sign
the
Gift
Certificate
!
Don
’
t
sign
it
,
on
principle
.
"
"
I
won
’
t
sign
it
.
But
there
aren
’
t
any
principles
.
"
"
I
know
there
aren
’
t
.
"
He
was
reciting
it
in
full
earnestness
,
with
the
honesty
of
a
conscientious
student
:
"
I
know
that
everything
is
relative
and
that
nobody
can
know
anything
and
that
reason
is
an
illusion
and
that
there
isn
’
t
any
reality
.
But
I
’
m
just
talking
about
Rearden
Metal
.
Don
’
t
sign
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
Morals
or
no
morals
,
principles
or
no
principles
,
just
don
’
t
sign
it
—
because
it
isn
’
t
right
!
"
No
one
else
mentioned
the
directive
in
Rearden
’
s
presence
.
Silence
was
the
new
aspect
about
the
mills
.
The
men
did
not
speak
to
him
when
he
appeared
in
the
workshops
,
and
he
noticed
that
they
did
not
speak
to
one
another
.
The
personnel
office
received
no
formal
resignations
.
But
every
other
morning
,
one
or
two
men
failed
to
appear
and
never
appeared
again
.
Inquiries
at
their
homes
found
the
homes
abandoned
and
the
men
gone
.
The
personnel
office
did
not
report
these
desertions
,
as
the
directive
required
;
instead
,
Rearden
began
to
see
unfamiliar
faces
among
the
workers
,
the
drawn
,
beaten
faces
of
the
long
unemployed
,
and
heard
them
addressed
by
the
names
of
the
men
who
had
quit
.
He
asked
no
questions
.
