Atlas Shrugged

by Ayn Rand

“I’ve hired you to do a job, not to do your best—whatever that is.”

“Because it’s mine. Do you understand the word?”

“As to further consequences . . .” The man shrugged. “This is not the day for people who refuse to co-operate. In this age, one needs friends. You are not a popular man, Mr. Rearden.” “What are you trying to say?” “Surely, you understand.” “I don’t.” “Society is a complex structure. There are so many different issues awaiting decision, hanging by a thin thread. We can never tell when one such issue may be decided and what may be the decisive factor in a delicate balance. Do I make myself clear?” “No.”

“The State Science Institute is a government organization, Mr. Rearden. There are certain bills pending in the Legislature, which may be passed at any moment. Businessmen are peculiarly vulnerable these days. I am sure you understand me.”

“Would you tell me,” the man asked, “just between us, it’s only my personal curiosity—why are you doing this?” Rearden answered quietly, “I’ll tell you. You won’t understand. You see, it’s because Rearden Metal is good.”

“We can’t fight it. It can’t be answered,” Eddie was saying slowly. “We can’t demand a retraction. We can’t show them our tests or prove anything. They’ve said nothing. They haven’t said a thing that could be refuted and embarrass them professionally. It’s the job of a coward. You’d expect it from some con-man or blackmailer. But, Dagny! It’s the State Science Institute!” She nodded silently. She stood,