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Anti-Green
Nowdoyousee?"
Hehadrushedon,encouragedbytheoddlookofherface,alookofcontemplationthatwasalmostafainthalf-smile.
Shehadlistened,hearing,throughhiswords,thesoundofRearden’svoicesayingtoheronaspringeveningoverayearago:"Theyneedsomesortofsanctionfromus.Idon’tknowthenatureofthatsanction—but,Dagny,Iknowthatifwevalueourlives,wemustnotgiveittothem.Iftheyputyouonatorturerack,don’tgiveittothem.Letthemdestroyyourrailroadandmymills,butdon’tgiveittothem."
"Nowdoyousee?"
"Ohyes,Jim,Isee!"
Hecouldnotinterpretthesoundofhervoice,itwaslow,itwaspart-moan,part-chuckle,part-triumph—butitwasthefirstsoundofemotiontocomefromher,andheplungedon,withnochoicebuttohope."IpromisedtheminWashingtonthatyou’dspeak!Wecan’tfailthem—notinanissueofthiskind!Wecan’taffordtobesuspectedofdisloyalty.It’sallarranged.You’llbetheguestspeakeronBertramScudder’sprogram,tonight,atten-thirty.He’sgotaradioprogramwhereheinterviewsprominentpublicfigures,it’sanationalhookup,hehasalargefollowing,hereachesovertwentymillionpeople.TheofficeoftheMoraleConditionerhas—"
"Thewhat?"
"TheMoraleConditioner—that’sChickMorrison—hascalledmethreetimes,tomakesurethatnothingwouldgowrong.
