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The Man who belonged on Earth
"Areyoutryingtohidefrommethefactthatifitweren’tforthattrumpcardofyours,Iwouldn’thaveallowedyoutoenterthisoffice?"
"ButI’mnotspeakingofarrests."
"Iam."
"Idon’tunderstandyou,Mr.Rearden."
"Iamnothelpingyoutopretendthatthisisanysortofamicablediscussion.Itisn’t.Nowdowhatyoupleaseaboutit."
Therewasastrangelookontheman’sface:bewilderment,asifhehadnoconceptionoftheissueconfrontinghim,andfear,asifhehadalwayshadfullknowledgeofitandhadlivedindreadofexposure.
Reardenfeltastrangeexcitement;hefeltasifhewereabouttograspsomethinghehadneverunderstood,asifhewereonthetrailofsomediscoverystilltoodistanttoknow,exceptthatithadthemostimmenseimportancehehadeverglimpsed.
"Mr.Rearden"saidtheman,"thegovernmentneedsyourMetal.
Youhavetosellittous,becausesurelyyourealizethatthegovernment’splanscannotbeheldupbythematterofyourconsent."
"Asale,"saidReardenslowly,"requirestheseller’sconsent."Hegotupandwalkedtothewindow."I’lltellyouwhatyoucando."
HepointedtothesidingwhereingotsofReardenMetalwerebeingloadedontofreightcars."There’sReardenMetal.
