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The Utopia of Greed
Iwouldnotsurrenderthemtotheeducationalsystemsdevisedtostuntachild’sbrain,toconvincehimthatreasonisimpotent,thatexistenceisanirrationalchaoswithwhichhe’sunabletodeal,andthusreducehimtoastateofchronicterror.Youmarvelatthedifferencebetweenmychildrenandthoseoutside,MissTaggart?Yetthecauseissosimple.Thecauseisthathere,inGalt’sGulch,there’snopersonwhowouldnotconsideritmonstrousevertoconfrontachildwiththeslightestsuggestionoftheirrational."
Shethoughtoftheteacherswhomtheschoolsoftheworldhadlost—whenshelookedatthethreepupilsofDr.Akston,ontheeveningoftheiryearlyreunion.
TheonlyotherguesthehadinvitedwasKayLudlow.Thesixofthemsatinthebackyardofhishouse,withthelightofthesunsetontheirfaces,andthefloorofthevalleycondensingintoasoftbluevaporfarbelow.
Shelookedathispupils,atthethreepliant,agilefigureshalfstretchedoncanvaschairsinposesofrelaxedcontentment,dressedinslacks,windbreakersandopen-collaredshirts:JohnGalt,Franciscod’Anconia,RagnarDanneskjold.
"Don’tbeastonished,MissTaggart,"saidDr.Akston,smiling,"anddon’tmakethemistakeofthinkingthatthesethreepupilsofminearesomesortofsuperhumancreatures.They’resomethingmuchgreaterandmoreastoundingthanthat:they’renormalmen—athingtheworldhasneverseen—andtheirfeatisthattheymanagedtosurviveassuch.
