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The Aristocracy of pull
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"Oh,I’msureyoudon’twanttohearmebecomemoreexplicit!"
"Why,yes,Ido."
Lillianshruggedangrily;amongthewomenwhowereherfriends,shewouldhavebeenunderstoodandstoppedlongago;butthiswasanadversarynewtoher—awomanwhorefusedtobehurt.Shedidnotcaretospeakmoreclearly,butshesawReardenlookingather.
Shesmiledandsaid,"Well,consideryoursister-in-law,MissTaggart.
Whatchancedidshehavetoriseintheworld?None—byyourexactingstandards.Shecouldnothavemadeasuccessfulcareerinbusiness.
Shedoesnotpossessyourunusualmind.Besides,menwouldhavemadeitimpossibleforher.Theywouldhavefoundhertooattractive.
Soshetookadvantageofthefactthatmenhavestandardswhich,unfortunately,arenotashighasyours.Sheresortedtotalentswhich,I’msure,youdespise.Youhavenevercaredtocompetewithuslesserwomeninthesolefieldofourambition—intheachievementofpowerovermen."
"Ifyoucallitpower,Mrs.Rearden—then,no,Ihaven’t."
Sheturnedtogo,butLillian’svoicestoppedher:"Iwouldliketobelievethatyou’refullyconsistent,MissTaggart,andfullydevoidofhumanfrailties.Iwouldliketobelievethatyou’veneverfeltthedesiretoflatter—ortooffend—anyone.ButIseethatyouexpectedbothHenryandmetobeheretonight.
