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The Utopia of Greed
ShenoticedthewayGaltstopped,whenheenteredandsawhisvisitor.ShenoticedthatGaltsmiled,butthathisvoicewasoddlylow,almostsolemn,asifweightedwithunconfessedrelief,whenhesaidveryquietly,"Hello."
"Hi,John,"saidthevisitorgaily.
Shenoticedthattheirhandshakecameaninstanttoolateandlastedaninstanttoolong,likethehandshakeofmenwhohadnotbeencertainthattheirpreviousmeetingwouldnotbetheirlast.
Galtturnedtoher."Haveyoumet?"heasked,addressingthemboth.
"Notexactly,"saidthevisitor.
"MissTaggart,mayIpresentRagnarDanneskjold?"
Sheknewwhatherfacehadlookedlike,whensheheardDanneskjold’svoiceasfromagreatdistance:"Youdon’thavetobefrightened,MissTaggart.I’mnotdangeroustoanyoneinGalt’sGulch."
Shecouldonlyshakeherhead,beforesherecapturedhervoicetosay,"It’snotwhatyou’redoingtoanyone...it’swhatthey’redoingtoyou..."
Hislaughtersweptheroutofhermoment’sstupor,"Becareful,MissTaggart.Ifthat’showyou’rebeginningtofeel,youwon’tremainascabforlong."Headded,"ButyououghttostartbyadoptingtherightthingsfromthepeopleinGalt’sGulch,nottheirmistakes:they’vespenttwelveyearsworryingaboutme—needlessly."HeglancedatGalt.
"Whendidyougetin?"askedGalt.