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The Aristocracy of pull
Underherquestioning,heexplainedthathedidnotlikeanyofthescientificfoundationsleftinexistence,thathewouldhavelikedajobintheresearchlaboratoryofsomebigindustrialconcern—"Butwhichoneofthemcanaffordtoundertakeanylong-rangeworknowadays,andwhyshouldthey?"—sowhentheUtahInstituteofTechnologywasclosedforlackoffunds,hehadremainedthereasnightwatchmanandsoleinhabitantoftheplace;thesalarywassufficienttopayforhisneeds—andtheInstitute’slaboratorywasthere,intact,forhisownprivate,undisturbeduse.
"Soyou’redoingresearchworkofyourown?"
"That’sright."
"Forwhatpurpose?"
"Formyownpleasure."
"Whatdoyouintendtodo,ifyoudiscoversomethingofscientificimportanceorcommercialvalue?Doyouintendtoputittosomepublicuse?"
"Idon’tknow.Idon’tthinkso."
"Haven’tyouanydesiretobeofservicetohumanity?"
"Idon’ttalkthatkindoflanguage,MissTaggart.Idon’tthinkyoudo,either."
Shelaughed."Ithinkwe’llgetalongtogether,youandI."
"Wewill."
Whenshehadtoldhimthestoryofthemotor,whenhehadstudiedthemanuscript,hemadenocomment,butmerelysaidthathewouldtakethejobonanytermsshenamed.
Sheaskedhimtochoosehisownterms.
