Atlas Shrugged [117]
He glanced through the clipping, smiled contemptuously and tossed it aside with a gesture of distaste. "Disgusting, isn't it?" he said. "But what can you do when you deal with people?"
She looked at him, not understanding. "You do not approve of that statement?"
He shrugged. "My approval or disapproval would be irrelevant."
"Have you formed a conclusion of your own about Rearden Metal?"
"Well, metallurgy is not exactly-what shall we say?-my specialty."
"Have you examined any data on Rearden Metal?"
"Miss Taggart, I don't see the point of your questions." His voice sounded faintly impatient.
"I would like to know your personal verdict on Rearden Metal,"
"For what purpose?"
"So that I may give it to the press."
He got up. "That is quite impossible."
She said, her voice strained with the effort of trying to force understanding, "I will submit to you all the information necessary to form a conclusive judgment."
"I cannot issue any public statements about it."
"Why not?"
"The situation is much too complex to explain in a casual discussion."
"But if you should find that Rearden Metal is, in fact, an extremely valuable product which-"
"That is beside the point."
"The value of Rearden Metal is beside the point?"
"There are other issues involved, besides questions of fact."
She asked, not quite believing that she had heard him right, "What other issues is science concerned with, besides questions of fact?"
The bitter lines of his mouth sharpened into the suggestion of a smile. "Miss Taggart, you do not understand the problems of scientists."
She said slowly, as if she were seeing it suddenly in time with her words, "I believe that you do know what Rearden Metal really is."
He shrugged. "Yes. I know. From such information as I've seen, it appears to be a remarkable thing. Quite a brilliant achievement-as far as technology is concerned." He was pacing impatiently across the office. "In fact, I should like, some day, to order a special laboratory motor that would stand just such high temperatures as Rearden Metal can take. It would be very valuable in connection with certain phenomena I should like to observe. I have found that when particles are accelerated to a speed approaching the speed of light, they-"
"Dr. Stadler," she asked slowly, "you know the truth, yet you will not state it publicly?"
"Miss Taggart, you are using an abstract term, when we are dealing with a matter of practical reality."
"We are dealing with a matter of science."
"Science? Aren't you confusing the standards involved? It is only in the realm of pure science that truth is an absolute criterion. When we deal with applied science, with technology-we deal with people.
And when we deal with people, considerations other than truth enter the question."
"What considerations?"
"I am not a technologist, Miss Taggart. I have no talent or taste for dealing with people. I cannot become involved in so-called practical matters."
"That statement was issued in your name."
"I had nothing to do with it!"
"The name of this Institute is your responsibility."
"That's a perfectly unwarranted assumption."
"People think that the honor of your name is the guarantee behind any action of this Institute."
"I can't help what people think-if they think at all!"
"They accepted your statement. It was a lie."
"How can one deal in truth when one deals with the public?"
"I don't understand you," she said very quietly.
"Questions of truth do not enter into social issues. No principles have ever had any effect on society."
"What, then, directs men's actions?"
He shrugged. "The expediency of the moment,"
"Dr. Stadler," she said, "I think I must tell you the meaning and the consequences of the fact that the construction of my branch line is being stopped. I am stopped, in the name of public safety, because I am using the best rail ever produced. In six months, if I do not complete that line, the best industrial section of the country will be left without transportation.