Atlas Shrugged


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 The boy had remained silent for a moment, then had said, "You know, Mr. Rearden, there are no
absolute standards. We can't go by rigid principles, we've got to be flexible, we've got to adjust to the
reality of the day and act on the expediency of the moment."
"Run along, punk. Go and try to pour a ton of steel without rigid principles, on the expediency of the
moment."
A strange sense, which was almost a sense of style, made Rearden feel contempt for the boy, but no
resentment. The boy seemed to fit the spirit of the events around them. It was as if they were being
carried back across a long span of centuries to the age where the boy had belonged, but he, Rearden,
had not. Instead of building new furnaces, thought Rearden, he was now running a losing race to keep the
old ones going; instead of starting new ventures, new research, new experiments in the use of Rearden
Metal, he was spending the whole of his energy on a quest for sources of iron ore: like the men at the
dawn of the Iron Age—he thought—but with less hope.
He tried to avoid these thoughts. He had to stand on guard against his own feeling—as if some part of
him had become a stranger that had to be kept numb, and his will had to be its constant, watchful
anesthetic. That part was an unknown of which he knew only that he must never see its root and never
give it voice. He had lived through one dangerous moment which he could not allow to return.
It was the moment when—alone in his office, on a winter evening, held paralyzed by a newspaper
spread on his desk with a long column of directives on the front page—he had heard on the radio the
news of Ellis Wyatt's flaming oil fields. Then, his first reaction—before any thought of the future, any
sense of disaster, any shock, terror or protest —had been to burst out laughing. He had laughed in
triumph, in deliverance, in a spurting, living exultation—and the words which he had not pronounced, but
felt, were: God bless you, Ellis, whatever you're doing!
When he had grasped the implications of his laughter, he had known that he was now condemned to
constant vigilance against himself. Like the survivor of a heart attack, he knew that he had had a warning
and that he carried within him a danger that could strike him at any moment.
He had held it off, since then. He had kept an even, cautious, severely controlled pace in his inner steps.
But it had come close to him for a moment, once again. When he had looked at the order of the State
Science Institute on his desk, it had seemed to him that the glow moving over the paper did not come
from the furnaces outside, but from the flames of a burning oil field.
"Mr. Rearden," said the Wet Nurse, when he heard about the rejected order, "you shouldn't have done
that."
"Why not?"
"There's going to be trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"It's a government order. You can't reject a government order."
"Why can't I?"
"It's an Essential Need project, and secret, too. It's very important."

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