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The Concerto of Deliverance
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"Aconference—aboutwhat?"
"You’veencounteredsomanydifficulties—andwe’reanxioustohelpyouinanywaywecan."
"Ihavenotaskedforhelp."
"Theseareprecarioustimes,Mr.Rearden,thepublicmoodissouncertainandinflammatory,so...sodangerous...andwewanttobeabletoprotectyou."
"Ihavenotaskedforprotection."
"Butsurelyyourealizethatwe’reinapositiontobeofvaluetoyouandifthere’sanythingyouwantfromus,any..."
"Thereisn’t."
"Butyoumusthaveproblemsyou’dliketodiscusswithus."
"Ihaven’t."
"Then...well,then"—givinguptheattemptattheplayofgrantingafavor,Hollowayswitchedtoanopenplea—"thenwon’tyoujustgiveusahearing?"
"Ifyouhaveanythingtosaytome."
"Wehave,Mr.Rearden,wecertainlyhave!That’sallwe’reaskingfor—ahearing.Justgiveusachance.Justcometothisconference.
Youwouldn’tbecommittingyourselftoanything—"Hesaiditinvoluntarily,andstopped,hearingabright,mockingstaboflifeinRearden’svoice,anunpromising-sound,asReardenanswered:"Iknowit."
"Well,Imean...thatis...well,then,willyoucome?"
"Allright,"saidRearden."I’llcome.