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The Exploiters and the Exploited
Boyleatall.
He’sinWashington,beenthereforoveramonth.Andallhisofficetellsmeisjustthattheycan’thelpit,becausetheycan’tgettheore."
"Don’twasteyourtimeonthem,"saidRearden."You’llnevergetanythingfromthatoutfit."
"Youknow,Mr.Rearden,"hesaidinthetoneofadiscoverywhichhecouldnotquitebringhimselftobelieve,"Ithinkthere’ssomethingphonyaboutthewayMr.Boylerunshisbusiness.Ican’tunderstandwhathe’safter.They’vegothalftheirfurnacesidle,butlastmonththerewereallthosebigstoriesaboutAssociatedSteelinallthenewspapers.Abouttheiroutput?Why,no—aboutthewonderfulhousingprojectthatMr.Boyle’sjustbuiltforhisworkers.Lastweek,itwascoloredmoviesthatMr.Boylesenttoallthehighschools,showinghowsteelismadeandwhatgreatserviceitperformsforeverybody.
NowMr.Boyle’sgotaradioprogram,theygivetalksabouttheimportanceofthesteelindustrytothecountryandtheykeepsayingthatwemustpreservethesteelindustryasawhole.Idon’tunderstandwhathemeansbyitasawhole."
"Ido.Forgetit.Hewon’tgetawaywithit."
"Youknow,Mr.Rearden,Idon’tlikepeoplewhotalktoomuchabouthoweverythingtheydoisjustforthesakeofothers.It’snottrue,andIdon’tthinkitwouldberightifiteverweretrue.SoI’llsaythatwhatIneedthesteelforistosavemyownbusiness.
