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The Aristocracy of pull
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"I’dhatetoadmithowmuchIwanttobelieveyou—butthere’snowayforyoutoproveitnow."
"No?I’llproveittoyouwithinthenextfifteenminutes."
"How?Thefactremainsthatyou’veprofitedthemostfromthosedirectives."
"That’strue.I’veprofitedmorethanMr.Mouchandhisgangcouldeverimagine.Aftermyyearsofwork,theygavemejustthechanceIneeded."
"Areyouboasting?"
"YoubetIam!"ReardensawincredulouslythatFrancisco’seyeshadahard,brightlook,thelook,notofapartyhound,butofamanofaction."Mr.Rearden,doyouknowwheremostofthosenewaristocratskeeptheirhiddenmoney?DoyouknowwheremostofthefairsharevultureshaveinvestedtheirprofitsfromReardenMetal?"
"No,but—"
"Ind’AnconiaCopperstock.Safelyoutofthewayandoutofthecountry.D’AnconiaCopper—anold,invulnerablecompany,sorichthatitwouldlastforthreemoregenerationsoflooting.Acompanymanagedbyadecadentplayboywhodoesn’tgiveadamn,who’llletthemusehispropertyinanywaytheypleaseandjustcontinuetomakemoneyforthem—automatically,asdidhisancestors.Wasn’tthataperfectsetupforthelooters,Mr.Rearden?Only—whatonesinglepointdidtheymiss?"
Reardenwasstaringathim."Whatareyoudrivingat?"
Franciscolaughedsuddenly.
