Atlas Shrugged


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 "Completely impossible—so far."
"Do you think that he is still alive?"
"I have reason to think that he is. But I can't be sure."
"Suppose I tried to advertise for him?"
"No. Don't."
"But if I were to place ads in scientific publications and have Dr.
Ferris"—he stopped; he saw her glance at him as swiftly as he glanced at her; she said nothing, but she
held his glance; he looked away and finished the sentence coldly and firmly—"and have Dr. Ferris
broadcast on the radio that I wish to see him, would he refuse to come?"
"Yes, Dr. Stadler, I think he would refuse."
He was not looking at her. She saw the faint tightening of his facial muscles and, simultaneously, the look
of something going slack in the lines of his face; she could not tell what sort of light was dying within him
nor what made her think of the death of a light.
He tossed the manuscript down on the desk with a casual, contemptuous movement of his wrist. 'Those
men who do not mind being practical enough to sell their brains for money, ought to acquire a little
knowledge of the conditions of practical reality."
He looked at her with a touch of defiance, as if waiting for an angry answer. But her answer was worse
than anger: her face remained expressionless, as if the truth or falsehood of his convictions were of no
concern to her any longer. She said politely, "The second question I wanted to ask you was whether you
would be kind enough to tell me the name of any physicist you know who, in your judgment, would
possess the ability to attempt the reconstruction of this motor."
He looked at her and chuckled; it was a sound of pain. "Have you been tortured by it, too, Miss
Taggart? By the impossibility of finding any sort of intelligence anywhere?"
"I have interviewed some physicists who were highly recommended to me and I have found them to be
hopeless."
He leaned forward eagerly. "Miss Taggart," he asked, "did you call on me because you trusted the
integrity of my scientific judgment?"
The question was a naked plea.
"Yes," she answered evenly, "I trusted the integrity of your scientific judgment."
He leaned back; he looked as if some hidden smile were smoothing the tension away from his face. "I
wish I could help you," he said, as to a comrade. "I most selfishly wish I could help you, because, you
see, this has been my hardest problem—trying to find men of talent for my own staff. Talent, hell! I'd be
satisfied with just a semblance of promise —but the men they send me couldn't be honestly said to
possess the potentiality of developing into decent garage mechanics. I don't know whether I am getting
older and more demanding, or whether the human race is degenerating, but the world didn't seem to be

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