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The Aristocracy of pull
ShallItellyouwhattheywilldiscoveraboutthemanagementofthed’Anconiafoundries?Orofthed’Anconiaorefleet?Butallthesediscoverieswon’tdothestockholdersanygoodanyway,becausethestockofd’AnconiaCopperwillhavecrashedtomorrowmorning,crashedlikeanelectricbulbagainstconcrete,crashedlikeanexpresselevator,spatteringpiecesofhitchhikersalloverthegutters!"
ThetriumphantriseofFrancisco’svoicemergedwithamatchingsound:Reardenburstoutlaughing.
Reardendidnotknowhowlongthatmomentlastedorwhathehadfelt,ithadbeenlikeablowhurlinghimintoanotherkindofconsciousness,thenasecondblowreturninghimtohisown—allthatwasleft,asattheawakeningfromanarcotic,wasthefeelingthathehadknownsomeimmensekindoffreedom,nevertobematchedinreality.ThiswasliketheWyattfireagain,hethought,thiswashissecretdanger.
HefoundhimselfbackingawayfromFranciscod’Anconia,Franciscostoodwatchinghimintently,andlookedasifhehadbeenwatchinghimallthroughthatunknownlengthoftime.
"Therearenoevilthoughts,Mr.Rearden,"Franciscosaidsoftly,"exceptone:therefusaltothink."
"No,"saidRearden;itwasalmostawhisper,hehadtokeephisvoicedown,hewasafraidthathewouldhearhimselfscreamit,"no...ifthisisthekeytoyou,no,don’texpectmetocheeryou...youdidn’thavethestrengthtofightthem...
