Atlas Shrugged [218]
"That's right, Dr. Stadler. It is an extremely secret research project which the government has entrusted to us. And it is of utmost importance that the newspapers get no word about it."
"What's the X?"
"Xylophone. Project Xylophone. That is a code name, of course.
The work has to do with sound. But I am sure that it would not interest you. It is a purely technological undertaking."
"Yes, do spare me the story. I have no time for your technological undertakings."
"May I suggest that it would be advisable to refrain from mentioning the words 'Project X' to anyone, Dr. Stadler?"
"Oh, all right, all right. I must say I do not enjoy discussions of that kind."
"But of course! And I wouldn't forgive myself if I allowed your time to be taken up by such concerns. Please feel certain that you may safely leave it to me." He made a movement to rise. "Now if this was the reason you wanted to see me, please believe that I-"
"No," said Dr. Stadler slowly. "This was not the reason I wanted to see you."
Dr. Ferris volunteered no questions, no eager offers of service; he remained seated, merely waiting.
Dr. Stadler reached over and made the book slide from the corner to the center of his desk, with a contemptuous flick of one hand. "Will you tell me, please," he asked, "what is this piece of indecency?"
Dr. Ferris did not glance at the book, but kept his eyes fixed on Stadler's for an inexplicable moment; then he leaned back and said with an odd smile, "I feel honored that you chose to make such an exception for my sake as reading a popular book. This little piece has sold twenty thousand copies in two weeks."
"I have read it."
"And?"
"I expect an explanation."
"Did you find the text confusing?"
Dr. Stadler looked at him in bewilderment. "Do you realize what theme you chose to treat and in what manner? The style alone, the style, the gutter kind of attitude-for a subject of this nature!"
"Do you think, then, that the content deserved a more dignified form of presentation?" The voice was so innocently smooth that Dr.
Stadler could not decide whether this was mockery.
"Do you realize what you're preaching in this book?"
"Since you do not seem to approve of it, Dr. Stadler, I'd rather have you think that I wrote it innocently."
This was it, thought Dr. Stadler, this was the incomprehensible element in Ferris' manner: he had supposed that an indication of his disapproval would be sufficient, but Ferris seemed to remain untouched by it "If a drunken lout could find the power to express himself on paper,"
said Dr. Stadler, "if he could give voice to his essence-the eternal savage, leering his hatred of the mind-this is the sort of book I would expect him to write. But to see it come from a scientist, under the imprint of this Institute!"
"But, Dr. Stadler, this book was not intended to be read by scientists. It was written for that drunken lout."
"What do you mean?"
"For the general public."
"But, good God! The feeblest imbecile should be able to see the glaring contradictions in every one of your statements."
"Let us put it this way, Dr. Stadler: the man who doesn't see that, deserves to believe all my statements."
"But you've given the prestige of science to that unspeakable stuff!
It was all right for a disreputable mediocrity like Simon Pritchett to drool it as some sort of woozy mysticism-nobody listened to him. But you've made them think it's science. Science! You've taken the achievements of the mind to destroy the mind. By what right did you use my work to make an unwarranted, preposterous switch into another field, pull an inapplicable metaphor and draw a monstrous generalization out of what is merely a mathematical problem? By what right did you make it sound as if I-I!--gave my sanction to that book?"
Dr. Ferris did nothing, he merely looked at Dr. Stadler calmly; but the calm gave him an air that was almost patronizing. "Now, you see, Dr. Stadler, you're speaking as if this book were addressed to a thinking audience. If it were, one