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Franciscopointedtothemillsbeyondthewindow."This."
Foralongmoment,Reardenlookedathimwithoutmoving,thenaskedonly,"Whatdoyoumean?"
"Ifyouwanttoseeanabstractprinciple,suchasmoralaction,inmaterialform—thereitis.Lookatit,Mr.Rearden.Everygirderofit,everypipe,wireandvalvewasputtherebyachoiceinanswertothequestion:rightorwrong?Youhadtochooserightandyouhadtochoosethebestwithinyourknowledge—thebestforyourpurpose,whichwastomakesteel—andthenmoveonandextendtheknowledge,anddobetter,andstillbetter,withyourpurposeasyourstandardofvalue.Youhadtoactonyourownjudgment,youhadtohavethecapacitytojudge,thecouragetostandontheverdictofyourmind,andthepurest,themostruthlessconsecrationtotheruleofdoingright,ofdoingthebest,theutmostbestpossibletoyou.Nothingcouldhavemadeyouactagainstyourjudgment,andyouwouldhaverejectedaswrong—asevil—anymanwhoattemptedtotellyouthatthebestwaytoheatafurnacewastofillitwithice.Millionsofmen,anentirenation,werenotabletodeteryoufromproducingReardenMetal—becauseyouhadtheknowledgeofitssuperlativevalueandthepowerwhichsuchknowledgegives.ButwhatIwonderabout,Mr.
