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Rearden
listened
,
feeling
numb
.
But
under
the
numbness
,
like
the
first
thrust
of
a
seed
breaking
through
,
he
felt
an
emotion
he
could
not
identify
except
that
it
seemed
familiar
and
very
distant
,
like
something
experienced
and
renounced
long
ago
.
"
What
I
actually
am
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
is
a
policeman
.
It
is
a
policeman
’
s
duty
to
protect
men
from
criminals
—
criminals
being
those
who
seize
wealth
by
force
.
It
is
a
policeman
’
s
duty
to
retrieve
stolen
property
and
return
it
to
its
owners
.
But
when
robbery
becomes
the
purpose
of
the
law
,
and
the
policeman
’
s
duty
becomes
,
not
the
protection
,
but
the
plunder
of
property
—
then
it
is
an
outlaw
who
has
to
become
a
policeman
.
I
have
been
selling
the
cargoes
I
retrieved
to
some
special
customers
of
mine
in
this
country
,
who
pay
me
in
gold
.
Also
,
I
have
been
selling
my
cargoes
to
the
smugglers
and
the
black
-
market
traders
of
the
People
’
s
States
of
Europe
.
Do
you
know
the
conditions
of
existence
in
those
People
’
s
States
?
Since
production
and
trade
—
not
violence
—
were
decreed
to
be
crimes
,
the
best
men
of
Europe
had
no
choice
but
to
become
criminals
.
The
slave
-
drivers
of
those
States
are
kept
in
power
by
the
handouts
from
their
fellow
looters
in
countries
not
yet
fully
drained
,
such
as
this
country
.
I
do
not
let
the
handouts
reach
them
.
I
sell
the
goods
to
Europe
’
s
law
-
breakers
,
at
the
highest
prices
I
can
get
,
and
I
make
them
pay
me
in
gold
.
Gold
is
the
objective
value
,
the
means
of
preserving
one
’
s
wealth
and
one
’
s
future
.
Nobody
is
permitted
to
have
gold
in
Europe
,
except
the
whip
-
wielding
friends
of
humanity
,
who
claim
that
they
spend
it
for
the
welfare
of
their
victims
.
That
is
the
gold
which
my
smuggler
-
customers
obtain
to
pay
me
.
How
?
By
the
same
method
I
use
to
obtain
the
goods
.
And
then
I
return
the
gold
to
those
from
whom
the
goods
were
stolen
—
to
you
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
and
to
other
men
like
you
.
"
Rearden
grasped
the
nature
of
the
emotion
he
had
forgotten
.
It
was
the
emotion
he
had
felt
when
,
at
the
age
of
fourteen
,
he
had
looked
at
his
first
pay
check
—
when
,
at
the
age
of
twenty
-
four
,
he
had
been
made
superintendent
of
the
ore
mines
—
when
,
as
the
owner
of
the
mines
,
he
had
placed
,
in
his
own
name
,
his
first
order
for
new
equipment
from
the
best
concern
of
the
time
,
Twentieth
Century
Motors
—
an
emotion
of
solemn
,
joyous
excitement
,
the
sense
of
winning
his
place
in
a
world
he
respected
and
earning
the
recognition
of
men
he
admired
.
For
almost
two
decades
,
that
emotion
had
been
buried
under
a
mount
of
wreckage
,
as
the
years
had
added
layer
upon
gray
layer
of
contempt
,
of
indignation
,
of
his
struggle
not
to
look
around
him
,
not
to
see
those
he
dealt
with
,
not
to
expect
anything
from
men
and
to
keep
,
as
a
private
vision
within
the
four
walls
of
his
office
,
the
sense
of
that
world
into
which
he
had
hoped
to
rise
.
Yet
there
it
was
again
,
breaking
through
from
under
the
wreckage
,
that
feeling
of
quickened
interest
,
of
listening
to
the
luminous
voice
of
reason
,
with
which
one
could
communicate
and
deal
and
live
.
But
it
was
the
voice
of
a
pirate
speaking
about
acts
of
violence
,
offering
him
this
substitute
for
his
world
of
reason
and
justice
.
He
could
not
accept
it
;
he
could
not
lose
whatever
remnant
of
his
vision
he
still
retained
.
He
listened
,
wishing
he
could
escape
,
yet
knowing
that
he
would
not
miss
a
word
of
it
.
"
I
deposit
the
gold
in
a
bank
—
in
a
gold
-
standard
bank
,
Mr
.
Rearden
—
to
the
account
of
men
who
are
its
rightful
owners
.
They
are
the
men
of
superlative
ability
who
made
their
fortunes
by
personal
effort
,
in
free
trade
,
using
no
compulsion
,
no
help
from
the
government
.
They
are
the
great
victims
who
have
contributed
the
most
and
suffered
the
worst
injustice
in
return
.
Their
names
are
written
in
my
book
of
restitution
.
Every
load
of
gold
which
I
bring
back
is
divided
among
them
and
deposited
to
their
accounts
.
"
"
Who
are
they
?
"
"
You
’
re
one
of
them
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
I
cannot
compute
all
the
money
that
has
been
extorted
from
you
—
in
hidden
taxes
,
in
regulations
,
in
wasted
time
,
in
lost
effort
,
in
energy
spent
to
overcome
artificial
obstacles
.
I
cannot
compute
the
sum
,
but
if
you
wish
to
see
its
magnitude
—
look
around
you
.
The
extent
of
the
misery
now
spreading
through
this
once
prosperous
country
is
the
extent
of
the
injustice
which
you
have
suffered
.
If
men
refuse
to
pay
the
debt
they
owe
you
,
this
is
the
manner
in
which
they
will
pay
for
it
.
But
there
is
one
part
of
the
debt
which
is
computed
and
on
record
.
That
is
the
part
which
I
have
made
it
my
purpose
to
collect
and
return
to
you
.
"
"
What
is
that
?
"
"
Your
income
tax
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
"
