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The Aristocracy of pull
Iknowwhyyou’reafraidofhim,asyouhavegoodreasontobe.But...well,you’reinbusinessandinpolitics,soI’lltrytosayitinyourlanguage.Abusinessmansaysthathecandeliverthegoods,andawardheelersaysthathecandeliverthevote,isthatright?Well,whatIwantedyoutoknowisthatIcandeliverhim,anytimeIchoose.Youmayactaccordingly."
Inthecodeofhisfriends,torevealanypartofone’sselfwastogiveaweapontoanenemy—buthesignedherconfessionandmatchedit,whenhesaid,"IwishIwereassmartaboutmysister."
Shelookedathimwithoutastonishment;shedidnotfindthewordsirrelevant."Yes,there’satoughone,"shesaid."Novulnerablepoint?
Noweaknesses?"
"None."
"Noloveaffairs?"
"God,no!"
Sheshrugged,insignofchangingthesubject;DagnyTaggartwasapersononwhomshedidnotcaretodwell."IthinkI’llletyourunalong,sothatyoucanchatalittlewithBalphEubank,"shesaid."Helooksworried,becauseyouhaven’tlookedathimalleveningandhe’swonderingwhetherliteraturewillbeleftwithoutafriendatcourt."
"Lillian,you’rewonderful!"hesaidquitespontaneously.
Shelaughed.