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The Climax of the d’Anconias
Nottoinquireaboutmyaims,motivesordesiresisanessentialpartoftheirtheory."
"Ifyoudidn’twanttomakemoney,whatpossiblemotivecouldyouhavehad?"
"Anynumberofthem.Forinstance,tospendit."
"Tospendmoneyonacertain,totalfailure?"
"HowwasItoknowthatthosemineswereacertain,totalfailure?"
"Howcouldyouhelpknowingit?"
"Quitesimply.Bygivingitnothought."
"Youstartedthatprojectwithoutgivingitanythought?"
"No,notexactly.ButsupposeIslippedup?I’monlyhuman.Imadeamistake.Ifailed.Imadeabadjobofit."Heflickedhiswrist;acrystalmarbleshot,sparkling,acrossthefloorandcrackedviolentlyagainstabrownoneattheotherendoftheroom.
"Idon’tbelieveit,"shesaid.
"No?Buthaven’tItherighttobewhatisnowacceptedashuman?ShouldIpayforeverybody’smistakesandneverbepermittedoneofmyown?"
"That’snotlikeyou."
"No?"Hestretchedhimselffull-lengthonthecarpet,lazily,relaxing."DidyouintendmetonoticethatifyouthinkIdiditonpurpose,thenyoustillgivemecreditforhavingapurpose?You’restillunabletoacceptmeasabum?"
Sheclosedhereyes.Sheheardhimlaughing;itwasthegayestsoundintheworld.Sheopenedhereyeshastily;buttherewasnohintofcrueltyinhisface,onlypurelaughter.
"Mymotive,Dagny?Youdon’tthinkthatit’sthesimplestoneofall—thespurofthemoment?"
No,shethought,no,that’snottrue;notifhelaughedlikethat,notifhelookedashedid.