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           Isthereanysortofsafetyvaultthatcouldprotectthisaccountintheoutsideworld?"

           "Butwhatspacedoyouhaveformovingforward?Where’syourmarket?"

           Hechuckled."Market?Inowworkforuse,notforprofit—myuse,notthelooters’profit.Onlythosewhoaddtomylife,notthosewhodevourit,aremymarket.Onlythosewhoproduce,notthosewhoconsume,caneverbeanybody’smarket.Idealwiththelife-givers,notwiththecannibals.Ifmyoiltakeslessefforttoproduce,IasklessofthementowhomItradeitforthethingsIneed.Iaddanextraspanoftimetotheirliveswitheverygallonofmyoilthattheyburn.Andsincethey’remenlikeme,theykeepinventingfasterwaystomakethethingstheymake—soeveryoneofthemgrantsmeanaddedminute,hourordaywiththebreadIbuyfromthem,withtheclothes,thelumber,themetal"—heglancedatGalt—"anaddedyearwitheverymonthofelectricityIpurchase.That’sourmarketandthat’showitworksforus—butthatwasnotthewayitworkedintheouterworld.Downwhatdrainweretheypouredoutthere,ourdays,ourlivesandourenergy?

           Intowhatbottomless,futurelessseweroftheunpaid-for?Here,wetradeachievements,notfailures—values,notneeds.We’refreeofoneanother,yetweallgrowtogether.Wealth,Dagny?Whatgreaterwealthistherethantoownyourlifeandtospenditongrowing?

           Everylivingthingmustgrow.Itcan’tstandstill.Itmustgroworperish.