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The Non-commercial
Justaslogicisaprimitivevulgarityinphilosophy."
"Justasmelodyisaprimitivevulgarityinmusic,"saidMortLiddy.
"What’sallthisnoise?"askedLillianRearden,glitteringtoastopbesidethem.
"Lillian,myangel,"BalphEubankdrawled,"didItellyouthatI’mdedicatingmynewnoveltoyou?"
"Why,thankyou,darling."
"Whatisthenameofyournewnovel?"askedthewealthywoman.
"TheHeartIsaMilkman."
"Whatisitabout?"
"Frustration."
"But,Mr.Eubank,"askedtheyounggirlinthewhitedress,blushingdesperately,"ifeverythingisfrustration,whatistheretolivefor?"
"Brother-love,"saidBalphEubankgrimly.
BertramScudderstoodslouchedagainstthebar.Hislong,thinfacelookedasifithadshrunkinward,withtheexceptionofhismouthandeyeballs,whichwerelefttoprotrudeasthreesoftglobes.Hewastheeditorofamagazinecalled
TheFutureandhehadwrittenanarticleonHankRearden,entitled"TheOctopus."
BertramScudderpickeduphisemptyglassandshoveditsilentlytowardthebartender,toberefilled.Hetookagulpfromhisfreshdrink,noticedtheemptyglassinfrontofPhilipRearden,whostoodbesidehim,andjerkedhisthumbinasilentcommandtothebartender.HeignoredtheemptyglassinfrontofBettyPope,whostoodatPhilip’sotherside.
"Look,bud,"saidBertramScudder,hiseyeballsfocusedapproximatelyinthedirectionofPhilip,"whetheryoulikeitornot,theEqualizationofOpportunityBillrepresentsagreatstepforward.
