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The Exploiters and the Exploited
"Judgmenttodistinguishrightandwrong,visiontoseethetruth,couragetoactuponit,dedicationtothatwhichisgood,integritytostandbythegoodatanyprice.Butwheredoesonefindit?"
Theyoungboymadeasoundthatwashalf-chuckle,half-sneer:"WhoisJohnGalt?"
Shedrankthecoffee,concernedwithnothingbutthepleasureoffeelingasifthehotliquidwererevivingthearteriesofherbody.
"Icantellyou,"saidasmall,shriveledtrampwhoworeacappulledlowoverhiseyes."Iknow."
Nobodyheardhimorpaidanyattention.TheyoungboywaswatchingDagnywithakindoffierce,purposelessintensity.
"You’renotafraid,"hesaidtohersuddenly,withoutexplanation,aflatstatementinabrusque,lifelessvoicethathadanoteofwonder.
Shelookedathim."No,"shesaid,"I’mnot."
"IknowwhoisJohnGalt,"saidthetramp."It’sasecret,butIknowit."
"Who?"sheaskedwithoutinterest.
"Anexplorer,"saidthetramp."Thegreatestexplorerthateverlived.Themanwhofoundthefountainofyouth."
"Givemeanothercup.Black,"saidtheoldbum,pushinghiscupacrossthecounter.
"JohnGaltspentyearslookingforit.Hecrossedoceans,andhecrosseddeserts,andhewentdownintoforgottenmines,milesundertheearth.Buthefounditonthetopofamountain.
