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           "Thevoicesloweddownandaddedinanimpersonal,reflectivemanner,asifthewordswerenotaddressedtoanyone,"Ofcourse,I’dhavetheproblemofmaintainingacertainsocialposition...it’snotmyfaultifI’llbeembarrassedbyafamilynameassociatedwithamillionaire...Iwouldneedenoughmoneyforayearortwo...toestablishmyselfinamannersuitabletomy—"

           "Youwon’tgetitfromme."

           "Iwasn’taskingyouforit,wasI?Don’timaginethatIcouldn’tgetitsomewhereelse,ifIwantedto!Don’timaginethatIcouldn’tleave!

           I’dgoinaminute,ifIhadonlymyselftothinkabout.ButMotherneedsme,andifIdesertedher—"

           "Don’texplain."

           "Andbesides,youmisunderstoodme,Henry.Ihaven’tsaidanythingtoinsultyou.Iwasn’tspeakinginanypersonalway.Iwasonlydiscussingthegeneralpoliticalpicturefromanabstractsociologicalviewpointwhich—"

           "Don’texplain,"saidRearden.HewaslookingatPhilip’sface.Itwashalf-lowered,itseyeslookingupathim.Theeyeswerelifeless,asiftheyhadwitnessednothing;theyheldnosparkofexcitement,nopersonalsensation,neitherofdefiancenorofregret,neitherofshamenorofsuffering;theywerefilmyovalsthatheldnoresponsetoreality,noattempttounderstandit,toweighit,toreachsomeverdictofjustice—ovalsthatheldnothingbutadull,still,mindlesshatred."Don’texplain.