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           HestoodinfrontofRearden’sdesk,sayingnothingelse,merelylookingstraightatRearden,hiscoldeyesnarrowedandgrim.ItwasalookofthemostprofoundsympathythatReardenhadeverseen.

           There’snoothercourseopen,thoughtRearden,ashehadthoughtthroughdaysandnights.Heknewnoweaponsbuttopayforwhathewanted,togivevalueforvalue,toasknothingofnaturewithouttradinghiseffortinreturn,toasknothingofmenwithouttradingtheproductofhiseffort.Whatweretheweapons,hethought,ifvalueswerenotaweaponanylonger?

           "Anunlimitedmarket,Mr.Rearden?"thepurchasingmanageraskeddryly.

           Reardenglancedupathim."IguessI’mnotsmartenoughtomakethesortofdealsneedednowadays,"hesaid,inanswertotheunspokenthoughtsthathungacrosshisdesk.

           Thepurchasingmanagershookhishead."No,Mr.Rearden,it’soneortheother.Thesamekindofbraincan’tdoboth.Eitheryou’regoodatrunningthemillsoryou’regoodatrunningtoWashington."

           "MaybeIoughttolearntheirmethod."

           "Youcouldn’tlearnitanditwouldn’tdoyouanygood.Youwouldn’twininanyofthosedeals.Don’tyouunderstand?You’retheonewho’sgotsomethingtobelooted.