Atlas Shrugged [289]
"If I told you that I understand it, but you don't-would you throw me out of here?"
"T should have thrown you out of here anyway-so go ahead, tell me what you mean."
"Are you proud of the rail of the John Galt Line?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it's the best rail ever made."
"Why did you make it?"
"In order to make money."
"There were many easier ways to make money. Why did you choose the hardest?"
"You said it in your speech at Taggart's wedding: in order to exchange my best effort for the best effort of others."
"If that was your purpose, have you achieved it?"
A beat of time vanished in a heavy drop of silence. "No," said Rearden.
"Have you made any money?"
"No."
"When you strain your energy to its utmost in order to produce the best, do you expect to be rewarded for it or punished?" Rearden did not answer. "By every standard of decency, of honor, of justice known to you-are you convinced that you should have been rewarded for it?"
"Yes," said Rearden, his voice low.
"Then if you were punished, instead-what sort of code have you accepted?"
Rearden did not answer.
"It is generally assumed," said Francisco, "that living in a human society makes one's life much easier and safer than if one were left alone to struggle against nature on a desert island. Now wherever there is a man who needs or uses metal in any way--Rearden Metal has made his life easier for him. Has it made yours easier for you?"
"No," said Rearden, his voice low.
"Has it left your life as it was before you produced the Metal?"
"No-" said Rearden, the word breaking off as if he had cut short the thought that followed.
Francisco's voice lashed at him suddenly, as a command: "Say it!"
"It has made it harder," said Rearden tonelessly.
"When you felt proud of the rail of the John Galt Line," said Francisco, the measured rhythm of his voice giving a ruthless clarity to his words, "what sort of men did you think of? Did you want to see that Line used by your equals-by giants of productive energy, such as Ellis Wyatt, whom it would help to reach higher and still higher achievements of their own?"
"Yes," said Rearden eagerly.
"Did you want to see it used by men who could not equal the power of your mind, but who would equal your moral integrity-men such as Eddie Willers-who could never invent your Metal, but who would do their best, work as hard as you did, live by their own effort, and-riding on your rail-give a moment's silent thanks to the man who gave them more than they could give him?"
"Yes," said Rearden gently.
"Did you want to see it used by whining rotters who never rouse themselves to any effort, who do not possess the ability of a filing clerk, but demand the income of a company president, who drift from failure to failure and expect you to pay their bills, who hold their wishing as an equivalent of your work and their need as a higher claim to reward than your effort, who demand that you serve them, who demand that it be the aim of your life to serve them, who demand that your strength be the voiceless, rightless, unpaid, unrewarded slave of their impotence, who proclaim that you are born to serfdom by reason of your genius, while they are born to rule by the grace of incompetence, that yours is only to give, but theirs only to take, that yours is to produce, but theirs to consume, that you are not to be paid, neither in matter nor in spirit, neither by wealth nor by recognition nor by respect nor by gratitude-so that they would ride on your rail and sneer at you and curse you, since they owe you nothing, not even the effort of taking off their hats which you paid for? Would this be what you wanted? Would you feel proud of it?"
'I'd blast that rail first," said Rearden, his lips white.
'Then why don't you do it, Mr. Rearden? Of the three kinds of men I described-which men are being destroyed and which are using your Line today?"
They heard the distant metal heartbeats of the mills through the long thread of silence.