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The Moratorium on Brains
"Lookmorecarefully,Mr.Rearden.Thereareonlytwomodesoflivinglefttoustoday:tobealooterwhorobsdisarmedvictimsortobeavictimwhoworksforthebenefitofhisowndespoilers.Ididnotchoosetobeeither."
"Youchosetolivebymeansofforce,liketherestofthem."
"Yes—openly.Honestly,ifyouwill.Idonotrobmenwhoaretiedandgagged,Idonotdemandthatmyvictimshelpme,IdonottellthemthatIamactingfortheirowngood.Istakemylifeineveryencounterwithmen,andtheyhaveachancetomatchtheirgunsandtheirbrainsagainstmineinfairbattle.Fair?It’sIagainsttheorganizedstrength,theguns,theplanes,thebattleshipsoffivecontinents.Ifit’samoraljudgmentthatyouwishtopronounce,Mr.Rearden,thenwhoisthemanofhighermorality:IorWesleyMouch?"
"Ihavenoanswertogiveyou,"saidRearden,hisvoicelow.
"Whyshouldyoubeshocked,Mr.Rearden?Iammerelycomplyingwiththesystemwhichmyfellowmenhaveestablished.Iftheybelievethatforceisthepropermeanstodealwithoneanother,Iamgivingthemwhattheyaskfor.Iftheybelievethatthepurposeofmylifeistoservethem,letthemtrytoenforcetheircreed.Iftheybelievethatmymindistheirproperty—letthemcomeandgetit."
"Butwhatsortoflifehaveyouchosen?Towhatpurposeareyougivingyourmind?"
"Tothecauseofmylove.
