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The Exploiters and the Exploited
"Thesethreemen,thesethreewhoheldallthehopewhichthegiftofintelligenceeverproffered,thesethreefromwhomweexpectedsuchamagnificentfuture—oneofthemwasFranciscod’Anconia,whobecameadepravedplayboy.AnotherwasRagnarDanneskjold,whobecameaplainbandit.Somuchforthepromiseofthehumanmind."
"Whowasthethirdone?"sheasked,Heshrugged."Thethirdonedidnotachieveeventhatsortofnotoriousdistinction.Hevanishedwithoutatrace—intothegreatunknownofmediocrity.Heisprobablyasecondassistantbookkeepersomewhere."
"It’salie!Ididn’trunaway!"criedJamesTaggart."IcameherebecauseIhappenedtobesick.AskDr.Wilson.It’saformofflu.
He’llproveit.AndhowdidyouknowthatIwashere?"
Dagnystoodinthemiddleoftheroom;thereweremeltingsnowflakesonhercoatcollar,onthebrimofherhat.Sheglancedaround,feelinganemotionthatwouldhavebeensadness,hadshehadtimetoacknowledgeit.
ItwasaroominthehouseoftheoldTaggartestateontheHudson.
Jimhadinheritedtheplace,butheseldomcamehere.Intheirchildhood,thishadbeentheirfather’sstudy.Nowithadthedesolateairofaroomwhichisused,yetuninhabited.Therewereslipcoversonallbuttwochairs,acoldfireplaceandthedismalwarmthofanelectricheaterwithacordtwistingacrossthefloor,adesk,itsglasssurfaceempty.
