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"
Oh
hell
,
there
’
s
always
enough
suckers
to
expropriate
in
the
world
!
"
"
Such
as
Miss
Taggart
?
As
Ken
Danagger
?
As
Ellis
Wyatt
?
As
I
?
"
"
Such
as
any
man
who
wants
to
be
impractical
.
"
"
You
mean
that
it
is
not
practical
to
live
on
earth
,
is
it
?
"
He
did
not
know
whether
Dr
.
Ferris
answered
him
.
He
was
not
listening
any
longer
.
He
was
seeing
the
pendulous
face
of
Orren
Boyle
with
the
small
slits
of
pig
’
s
eyes
,
the
doughy
face
of
Mr
.
Mowen
with
the
eyes
that
scurried
away
from
any
speaker
and
any
fact
—
he
was
seeing
them
go
through
the
jerky
motions
of
an
ape
performing
a
routine
it
had
learned
to
copy
by
muscular
habit
,
performing
it
in
order
to
manufacture
Rearden
Metal
,
with
no
knowledge
and
no
capacity
to
know
what
had
taken
place
in
the
experimental
laboratory
of
Rearden
Steel
through
ten
years
of
passionate
devotion
to
an
excruciating
effort
.
It
was
proper
that
they
should
now
call
it
"
Miracle
Metal
"
—
a
miracle
was
the
only
name
they
could
give
to
those
ten
years
and
to
that
faculty
from
which
Rearden
Metal
was
born
—
a
miracle
was
all
that
the
Metal
could
be
in
their
eyes
,
the
product
of
an
unknown
,
unknowable
cause
,
an
object
in
nature
,
not
to
be
explained
,
but
to
be
seized
,
like
a
stone
or
a
weed
,
theirs
for
the
seizing
—
"
are
we
to
let
the
many
remain
in
want
while
the
few
withhold
from
us
the
better
products
and
methods
available
?
"
If
I
had
not
known
that
my
life
depends
on
my
mind
and
my
effort
—
he
was
saying
soundlessly
to
the
line
of
men
stretched
through
the
centuries
—
if
I
had
not
made
it
my
highest
moral
purpose
to
exercise
the
best
of
my
effort
and
the
fullest
capacity
of
my
mind
in
order
to
support
and
expand
my
life
,
you
would
have
found
nothing
to
loot
from
me
,
nothing
to
support
your
own
existence
.
It
is
not
my
sins
that
you
’
re
using
to
injure
me
,
but
my
virtues
—
my
virtues
by
your
own
acknowledgment
,
since
your
own
life
depends
on
them
,
since
you
need
them
,
since
you
do
not
seek
to
destroy
my
achievement
but
to
seize
it
.
He
remembered
the
voice
of
the
gigolo
of
science
saying
to
him
:
"
We
’
re
after
power
and
we
mean
it
.
You
fellows
were
pikers
,
but
we
know
the
real
trick
.
"
We
were
not
after
power
—
he
said
to
the
gigolo
’
s
ancestors
-
in
-
spirit
—
and
we
did
not
live
by
means
of
that
which
we
condemned
.
We
regarded
productive
ability
as
virtue
—
and
we
let
the
degree
of
his
virtue
be
the
measure
of
a
man
’
s
reward
.
We
drew
no
advantage
from
the
things
we
regarded
as
evil
—
we
did
not
require
the
existence
of
bank
robbers
in
order
to
operate
our
banks
,
or
of
burglars
in
order
to
provide
for
our
homes
,
or
of
murderers
in
order
to
protect
our
lives
.
But
you
need
the
products
of
a
man
’
s
ability
—
yet
you
proclaim
that
productive
ability
is
a
selfish
evil
and
you
turn
the
degree
of
a
man
’
s
productiveness
into
the
measure
of
his
loss
.
We
lived
by
that
which
we
held
to
be
good
and
punished
that
which
we
held
to
be
evil
.
You
live
by
that
which
you
denounce
as
evil
and
punish
that
which
you
know
to
be
good
.
He
remembered
the
formula
of
the
punishment
that
Lillian
had
sought
to
impose
on
him
,
the
formula
he
had
considered
too
monstrous
to
believe
—
and
he
saw
it
now
in
its
full
application
,
as
a
system
of
thought
,
as
a
way
of
life
and
on
a
world
scale
.
