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The Utopia of Greed
"Francisco,Ididloveyou—"shesaid,andcaughtherbreath,shocked,realizingthatshehadnotintendedtosayitand,simultaneously,thatthiswasnotthetenseshehadwantedtouse.
"Butyoudo,"hesaidcalmly,smiling."Youstillloveme—evenifthere’soneexpressionofitthatyou’llalwaysfeelandwant,butwillnotgivemeanylonger.I’mstillwhatIwas,andyou’llalwaysseeit,andyou’llalwaysgrantmethesameresponse,evenifthere’sagreateronethatyougranttoanotherman.Nomatterwhatyoufeelforhim,itwillnotchangewhatyoufeelforme,anditwon’tbetreasontoeither,becauseitcomesfromthesameroot,it’sthesamepaymentinanswertothesamevalues.Nomatterwhathappensinthefuture,we’llalwaysbewhatweweretoeachother,youandI,becauseyou’llalwaysloveme."
"Francisco,"shewhispered,"doyouknowthat?"
"Ofcourse.Don’tyouunderstanditnow?Dagny,everyformofhappinessisone,everydesireisdrivenbythesamemotor—byourloveforasinglevalue,forthehighestpotentialityofourownexistence—andeveryachievementisanexpressionofit.Lookaroundyou.