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The Concerto of Deliverance
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"Youneedhelp.Let’sgetyoutoahospitaland—"
"No!Wait!I...Idon’tthinkIhavemuchtimelefttomeand...andI’vegottotellyou...Listen,thatriot...it’sstaged...onordersfromWashington...It’snotworkers...notyourworkers...it’sthosenewboysoftheirsand...andalotofgoonshiredontheoutside...Don’tbelieveawordthey’lltellyouaboutit...It’saframe-up...it’stheirrottenkindofframe-up..."
Therewasadesperateintensityintheboy’sface,theintensityofacrusader’sbattle,hisvoiceseemedtogainasoundoflifefromsomefuelburninginbrokenspurtswithinhim—andReardenknewthatthegreatestassistancehecouldnowrenderwastolisten.
"They...they’vegotaSteelUnificationPlanready...andtheyneedanexcuseforit...becausetheyknowthatthecountrywon’ttakeit...andyouwon’tstandforit...They’reafraidthisone’sgoingtobetoomuchforeverybody...it’sjustaplantoskinyoualive,that’sall...Sotheywanttomakeitlooklikeyou’restarvingyourworkers...andtheworkersarerunningamuckandyou’reunabletocontrolthem...andthegovernment’sgottostepinforyourownprotectionandforpublicsafety...That’sgoingtobetheirpitch,Mr.Rearden...
