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The Aristocracy of pull
I’venevertriedtoevadethatknowledge.I’mnothurtbyittonight."
Herfirstwordwasthemostviolentoftheseveralblowshefelt:shehadneverusedthatwordbefore.Shehadneverlethimhearthatparticulartoneoftenderness.Shehadneverspokenofhismarriageintheprivacyoftheirmeetings—yetshespokeofitherewitheffortlesssimplicity.
Shesawtheangerinhisface—therebellionagainstpity—thelookofsayingtohercontemptuouslythathehadbetrayednotortureandneedednohelp—thenthelookoftherealizationthatsheknewhisfaceasthoroughlyasheknewhers—heclosedhiseyes,heinclinedhisheadalittle,andhesaidveryquietly,"Thankyou."
Shesmiledandturnedawayfromhim.
JamesTaggartheldanemptychampagneglassinhishandandnoticedthehastewithwhichBalphEubankwavedatapassingwaiter,asifthewaiterwereguiltyofanunpardonablelapse.ThenEubankcompletedhissentence:"—butyou,Mr.Taggart,wouldknowthatamanwholivesonahigherplanecannotbeunderstoodorappreciated.It’sahopelessstruggle—tryingtoobtainsupportforliteraturefromaworldruledbybusinessmen.Theyarenothingbutstuffy,middle-classvulgariansorelsepredatorysavageslikeRearden."
"Jim,"saidBertramScudder,slappinghisshoulder,"thebestcomplimentIcanpayyouisthatyou’renotarealbusinessman!"
"You’reamanofculture,Jim,"saidDr.
