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           Whatareyougoingtodoaboutit?"

           "I’llactaccordingly.I’llobeyyou."

           "What?"

           "I’lldowhateveryoutellmeto."

           "Doyoumeanit?"

           "Imeanit.Literally."HesawtheeagernessofMr.Thompson’sfaceebbslowlyunderalookofbewilderment."Iwillperformanymotionyouordermetoperform.IfyouordermetomoveintotheofficeofanEconomicDictator,I’llmoveintoit.Ifyouordermetositatadesk,Iwillsitatit.Ifyouordermetoissueadirective,Iwillissuethedirectiveyouordermetoissue."

           "Oh,butIdon’tknowwhatdirectivestoissue!"

           "Idon’t,either."

           Therewasalongpause.

           "Well?"saidGalt."Whatareyourorders?"

           "Iwantyoutosavetheeconomyofthecountry!"

           "Idon’tknowhowtosaveit."

           "Iwantyoutofindaway!"

           "Idon’tknowhowtofindit."

           "Iwantyoutothink!"

           "Howwillyourgunmakemedothat,Mr.Thompson?"

           Mr.Thompsonlookedathimsilently—andGaltsaw,inthetightenedlips,inthejuttingchin,inthenarrowedeyes,thelookofanadolescentbullyabouttoutterthatphilosophicalargumentwhichisexpressedbythesentence:I’llbashyourteethin.