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The Aristocracy of pull
Istillthinkthatthat’swhatIoughttosay.ButI’malmostinthepositionofthatfoolwomanwhospoketoyou:everyreasonIknowtellsmethatyou’reguilty—andyetIcan’tfeelit."
"Youaremakingthesamemistakeasthatwoman,Mr.Rearden,thoughinanoblerform."
"Whatdoyoumean?"
"Imeanmuchmorethanjustyourjudgmentofme.Thatwomanandallthoselikeherkeepevadingthethoughtswhichtheyknowtobegood.Youkeeppushingoutofyourmindthethoughtswhichyoubelievetobeevil.Theydoit,becausetheywanttoavoideffort.Youdoit,becauseyouwon’tpermityourselftoconsideranythingthatwouldspareyou.Theyindulgetheiremotionsatanycost.Yousacrificeyouremotionsasthefirstcostofanyproblem.Theyarewillingtobearnothing.Youarewillingtobearanything.Theykeepevadingresponsibility.Youkeepassumingit.Butdon’tyouseethattheessentialerroristhesame?Anyrefusaltorecognizereality,foranyreasonwhatever,hasdisastrousconsequences.Therearenoevilthoughtsexceptone:therefusaltothink.Don’tignoreyourowndesires,Mr.Rearden.Don’tsacrificethem.Examinetheircause.Thereisalimittohowmuchyoushouldhavetobear."
"Howdidyouknowthisaboutme?"
"Imadethesamemistake,once.Butnotforlong."
"Iwish—"Reardenbeganandstoppedabruptly.
Franciscosmiled."Afraidtowish,Mr.
