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The Climax of the d’Anconias
"Haveyoumadeanyfriendsthere?"
"Two."
Hetoldhernothingelse.
JimwasapproachinghissenioryearinacollegeinNewYork.Hisstudieshadgivenhimamannerofodd,quaveringbelligerence,asifhehadfoundanewweapon.HeaddressedFranciscoonce,withoutprovocation,stoppinghiminthemiddleofthelawntosayinatoneofaggressiveself-righteousness:
"Ithinkthatnowthatyou’vereachedcollegeage,yououghttolearnsomethingaboutideals.It’stimetoforgetyourselfishgreedandgivesomethoughttoyoursocialresponsibilities,becauseIthinkthatallthosemillionsyou’regoingtoinheritarenotforyourpersonalpleasure,theyareatrustforthebenefitoftheunderprivilegedandthepoor,becauseIthinkthatthepersonwhodoesn’trealizethisisthemostdepravedtypeofhumanbeing."
Franciscoansweredcourteously,"Itisnotadvisable,James,toventureunsolicitedopinions.Youshouldspareyourselftheembarrassingdiscoveryoftheirexactvaluetoyourlistener."
Dagnyaskedhim,astheywalkedaway,"AretheremanymenlikeJimintheworld?"
Franciscolaughed."Agreatmany."
"Don’tyoumindit?"
"No.Idon’thavetodealwiththem.Whydoyouaskthat?"
"BecauseIthinkthey’redangerousinsomeway...Idon’tknowhow..."