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Others
are
the
kind
of
scum
I
didn
’
t
think
existed
—
they
get
the
jobs
and
they
know
that
we
can
’
t
throw
them
out
once
they
’
re
in
,
so
they
make
it
clear
that
they
don
’
t
intend
to
work
for
their
pay
and
never
did
intend
.
They
’
re
the
kind
of
men
who
like
it
—
who
like
the
way
things
are
now
.
Can
you
imagine
that
there
are
human
beings
who
like
it
?
Well
,
there
are
.
.
.
You
know
,
I
don
’
t
think
that
I
really
believe
it
—
all
that
’
s
happening
to
us
these
days
.
It
’
s
happening
all
right
,
but
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
I
keep
thinking
that
insanity
is
a
state
where
a
person
can
’
t
tell
what
’
s
real
.
Well
,
what
’
s
real
now
is
insane
—
and
if
I
accepted
it
as
real
,
I
’
d
have
to
lose
my
mind
,
wouldn
’
t
I
?
.
.
.
I
go
on
working
and
I
keep
telling
myself
that
this
is
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
I
keep
waiting
for
her
to
come
back
—
for
the
door
to
open
at
any
moment
and
—
oh
God
,
I
’
m
not
supposed
to
say
that
!
.
.
.
What
?
You
knew
it
?
You
knew
that
she
’
s
gone
?
.
.
.
They
’
re
keeping
it
secret
.
But
I
guess
everybody
knows
it
,
only
nobody
is
supposed
to
say
it
.
They
’
re
telling
people
that
she
’
s
away
on
a
leave
of
absence
.
She
’
s
still
listed
as
our
Vice
-
President
in
Charge
of
Operation
.
I
think
Jim
and
I
are
the
only
ones
who
know
that
she
has
resigned
for
good
.
Jim
is
scared
to
death
that
his
friends
in
Washington
will
take
it
out
on
him
,
if
it
becomes
known
that
she
’
s
quit
.
It
’
s
supposed
to
be
disastrous
for
public
morale
,
if
any
prominent
person
quits
,
and
Jim
doesn
’
t
want
them
to
know
that
he
’
s
got
a
deserter
right
in
his
own
family
.
.
.
But
that
’
s
not
all
.
Jim
is
scared
that
the
stockholders
,
the
employees
and
whoever
we
do
business
with
,
will
lose
the
last
of
their
confidence
in
Taggart
Transcontinental
if
they
learn
that
she
’
s
gone
.
Confidence
!
You
’
d
think
that
it
wouldn
’
t
matter
now
,
since
there
’
s
nothing
any
of
them
can
do
about
it
.
And
yet
,
Jim
knows
that
we
have
to
preserve
some
semblance
of
the
greatness
that
Taggart
Transcontinental
once
stood
for
.
And
he
knows
that
the
last
of
it
went
with
her
.
.
.
No
,
they
don
’
t
know
where
she
is
.
.
.
Yes
,
I
do
,
but
I
won
’
t
tell
them
.
I
’
m
the
only
one
who
knows
.
.
.
Oh
yes
,
they
’
ve
been
trying
to
find
out
.
They
’
ve
tried
to
pump
me
in
every
way
they
could
think
of
,
but
it
’
s
no
use
.
I
won
’
t
tell
anyone
.
.
.
You
should
see
the
trained
seal
that
we
now
have
in
her
place
—
our
new
Operating
Vice
-
President
.
Oh
sure
,
we
have
one
—
that
is
,
we
have
and
we
haven
’
t
.
It
’
s
like
everything
they
do
today
—
it
is
and
it
ain
’
t
,
at
the
same
tune
.
His
name
is
Clifton
Locey
—
he
’
s
from
Jim
’
s
personal
staff
—
a
bright
,
progressive
young
man
of
fortyseven
and
a
friend
of
Jim
’
s
.
He
’
s
only
supposed
to
be
pinch
-
hitting
for
her
,
but
he
sits
in
her
office
and
we
all
know
that
that
’
s
the
new
Operating
Vice
-
President
.
He
gives
the
orders
—
that
is
,
he
sees
to
it
that
he
’
s
never
caught
actually
giving
an
order
.
He
works
very
hard
at
making
sure
that
no
decision
can
ever
be
pinned
down
on
him
,
so
that
he
won
’
t
be
blamed
for
anything
.
You
see
,
his
purpose
is
not
to
operate
a
railroad
,
but
to
hold
a
job
.
He
doesn
’
t
want
to
run
trains
—
he
wants
to
please
Jim
.
He
doesn
’
t
give
a
damn
whether
there
’
s
a
single
train
moving
or
not
,
so
long
as
he
can
make
a
good
impression
on
Jim
and
on
the
boys
in
Washington
.
So
far
,
Mr
.
Clifton
Locey
has
managed
to
frame
up
two
men
:
a
young
third
assistant
,
for
not
relaying
an
order
which
Mr
.
Locey
had
never
given
—
and
the
freight
manager
,
for
issuing
an
order
which
Mr
.
Locey
did
give
,
only
the
freight
manager
couldn
’
t
prove
it
.
Both
men
were
fired
,
officially
,
by
ruling
of
the
Unification
Board
.
.
.
When
things
go
well
—
which
is
never
longer
than
half
an
hour
—
Mr
.
Locey
makes
it
a
point
to
remind
us
that
‘
these
are
not
the
days
of
Miss
Taggart
.
’
At
the
first
sign
of
trouble
,
he
calls
me
into
his
office
and
asks
me
—
casually
,
in
the
midst
of
the
most
irrelevant
drivel
—
what
Miss
Taggart
used
to
do
in
such
an
emergency
.
I
tell
him
,
whenever
I
can
.
I
tell
myself
that
it
’
s
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
and
.
.
.
and
there
’
s
thousands
of
lives
on
dozens
of
trains
that
hang
on
our
decisions
.
Between
emergencies
,
Mr
.
Locey
goes
out
of
his
way
to
be
rude
to
me
—
that
’
s
so
I
wouldn
’
t
think
that
he
needs
me
.
He
’
s
made
it
a
point
to
change
everything
she
used
to
do
,
in
every
respect
that
doesn
’
t
matter
,
but
he
’
s
damn
cautious
not
to
change
anything
that
matters
.
The
only
trouble
is
that
he
can
’
t
always
tell
which
is
which
.
.
.
On
his
first
day
in
her
office
,
he
told
me
that
it
wasn
’
t
a
good
idea
to
have
a
picture
of
Nat
Taggart
on
the
wall
—
‘
Nat
Taggart
,
’
he
said
,
‘
belongs
to
a
dark
past
,
to
the
age
of
selfish
greed
,
he
is
not
exactly
a
symbol
of
our
modern
,
progressive
policies
,
so
it
could
make
a
bad
impression
,
people
could
identify
me
with
him
.
’
‘
No
,
they
couldn
’
t
,
’
I
said
—
but
I
took
the
picture
off
his
wall
.
.
.
What
?
.
.
.
No
,
she
doesn
’
t
know
any
of
it
.
I
haven
’
t
communicated
with
her
.
Not
once
.
She
told
me
not
to
.
.
.
Last
week
,
I
almost
quit
.
It
was
over
Chick
’
s
Special
.
Mr
.
Chick
Morrison
of
Washington
,
whoever
the
hell
he
is
,
has
gone
on
a
speaking
tour
of
the
whole
country
—
to
speak
about
the
directive
and
build
up
the
people
’
s
morale
,
as
things
are
getting
to
be
pretty
wild
everywhere
.
He
demanded
a
special
train
,
for
himself
and
party
—
a
sleeper
,
a
parlor
car
and
a
diner
with
barroom
and
lounge
.
The
Unification
Board
gave
him
permission
to
travel
at
a
hundred
miles
an
hour
—
by
reason
,
the
ruling
said
,
of
this
being
a
non
-
profit
journey
.
Well
,
so
it
is
.
It
’
s
just
a
journey
to
talk
people
into
continuing
to
break
their
backs
at
making
profits
in
order
to
support
men
who
are
superior
by
reason
of
not
making
any
.
Well
,
our
trouble
came
when
Mr
.
Chick
Morrison
demanded
a
Diesel
engine
for
his
train
.
We
had
none
to
give
him
.
Every
Diesel
we
own
is
out
on
the
road
,
pulling
the
Comet
and
the
transcontinental
freights
,
and
there
wasn
’
t
a
spare
one
anywhere
on
the
system
,
except
—
well
,
that
was
an
exception
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
mention
to
Mr
.
Clifton
Locey
.
Mr
.
Locey
raised
the
roof
,
screaming
that
come
hell
or
high
water
we
couldn
’
t
refuse
a
demand
of
Mr
.
Chick
Morrison
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
damn
fool
finally
told
him
about
the
extra
Diesel
that
was
kept
at
Winston
,
Colorado
,
at
the
mouth
of
the
tunnel
.
You
know
the
way
our
Diesels
break
down
nowadays
,
they
’
re
all
breathing
their
last
—
so
you
can
understand
why
that
extra
Diesel
had
to
be
kept
at
the
tunnel
.
I
explained
it
to
Mr
.
Locey
,
I
threatened
him
,
I
pleaded
,
I
told
him
that
she
had
made
it
our
strictest
rule
that
Winston
Station
was
never
to
be
left
without
an
extra
Diesel
.
He
told
me
to
remember
that
he
was
not
Miss
Taggart
—
as
if
I
could
ever
forget
it
!
—
and
that
the
rule
was
nonsense
,
because
nothing
had
happened
all
these
years
,
so
Winston
could
do
without
a
Diesel
for
a
couple
of
months
,
and
he
wasn
’
t
going
to
worry
about
some
theoretical
disaster
in
the
future
when
we
were
up
against
the
very
real
,
practical
,
immediate
disaster
of
getting
Mr
.
Chick
Morrison
angry
at
us
.
Well
,
Chick
’
s
Special
got
the
Diesel
.
The
superintendent
of
the
Colorado
Division
quit
.
Mr
.
Locey
gave
that
job
to
a
friend
of
his
own
.
I
wanted
to
quit
.
I
had
never
wanted
to
so
badly
.
But
I
didn
’
t
.
.
.
No
,
I
haven
’
t
heard
from
her
.
I
haven
’
t
heard
a
word
since
she
left
.
Why
do
you
keep
questioning
me
about
her
?
Forget
it
.
She
won
’
t
be
back
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
is
that
I
’
m
hoping
for
.
Nothing
,
I
guess
.
I
just
go
day
by
day
,
and
I
try
not
to
look
ahead
.
At
first
,
I
hoped
that
somebody
would
save
us
.
I
thought
maybe
it
would
be
Hank
Rearden
.
But
he
gave
in
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
they
did
to
him
to
make
him
sign
,
but
I
know
that
it
must
have
been
something
terrible
.
Everybody
thinks
so
.
Everybody
’
s
whispering
about
it
,
wondering
what
sort
of
pressure
was
used
on
him
.
.
.
No
,
nobody
knows
.
He
’
s
made
no
public
statements
and
he
’
s
refused
to
see
anyone
.
.
.
But
,
listen
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
something
else
that
everybody
’
s
whispering
about
.
Lean
closer
,
will
you
?
—
I
don
’
t
want
to
speak
too
loudly
.
They
say
that
Orren
Boyle
seems
to
have
known
about
that
directive
long
ago
,
weeks
or
months
in
advance
,
because
he
had
started
,
quietly
and
secretly
,
to
reconstruct
his
furnaces
for
the
production
of
Rearden
Metal
,
in
one
of
his
lesser
steel
plants
,
an
obscure
little
place
way
out
on
the
coast
of
Maine
.
He
was
ready
to
start
pouring
the
Metal
the
moment
Rearden
’
s
extortion
paper
—
I
mean
,
Gift
Certificate
—
was
signed
.
But
—
listen
—
the
night
before
they
were
to
start
,
Boyle
’
s
men
were
heating
the
furnaces
in
that
place
on
the
coast
,
when
they
heard
a
voice
,
they
didn
’
t
know
whether
it
came
from
a
plane
or
a
radio
or
some
sort
of
loud
-
speaker
,
but
it
was
a
man
’
s
voice
and
it
said
that
he
would
give
them
ten
minutes
to
get
out
of
the
place
.
