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Anti-Life
"Shespokeinaflatmonotone,asifrecitingherthoughtstoherself,intentupongivingthesolididentityofwordstothetorturousshredsofchaostwistinginhermind.
"Allofyouwelfarepreachers—it’snotunearnedmoneythatyou’reafter.Youwanthandouts,butofadifferentkind.I’magold-diggerofthespirit,yousaid,becauseIlookforvalue.Thenyou,thewelfarepreachers...it’sthespiritthatyouwanttoloot.Ineverthoughtandnobodyevertoldushowitcouldbethoughtofandwhatitwouldmean—theunearnedinspirit.Butthatiswhatyouwant.Youwantunearnedlove.Youwantunearnedadmiration.Youwantunearnedgreatness.YouwanttobeamanlikeHankReardenwithoutthenecessityofbeingwhatheis.Withoutthenecessityofbeinganything.
Without...thenecessity...ofbeing."
"Shutup!"hescreamed.
Theylookedateachother,bothinterror,bothfeelingasiftheywereswayingonanedgewhichshecouldnotandhewouldnotname,bothknowingthatonemorestepwouldbefatal.
"Whatdoyouthinkyou’resaying?"heaskedinatoneofpettyanger,whichsoundedalmostbenevolentbybringingthembackintotherealmofthenormal,intothenear-wholesomenessofnothingworsethanafamilyquarrel."Whatsortofmetaphysicalsubjectareyoutryingtodealwith?"
"Idon’tknow...
