That was what I would not place at the disposal of men whose sole qualification to rule me was their capacity to spout the fraudulent generalities that got them elected to the privilege of enforcing their wishes at the point of a gun.
Take your choice—there is no other—and your time is running out.
Then, when the hated "destroyer" recruits him, too, she pursues them by plane and crash-lands in Galt's Gulch. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another—their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.The more you tried to live up to it, the more you suffered; the more you cheated it, the bigger reward you got. When it's all one pot, you can't let any man decide what his own needs are, can you? Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears or of the looters, who take it from you by force. In a final act of impotent malice, he avenges himself on a girl who had rejected him, committing suicide in her bedroom on her wedding day. While under indictment, he quits and joins Galt's strike. There's two ways one can do it: either by producing more or by producing it faster. This would increase your electric bill for your house. Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own—they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. We produced the wealth of the world—but we let our enemies write its moral code.
Dagny continues on to a nearby airstrip, where she rents a plane. Brent, Bill The chief dispatcher of Taggart's Colorado division, he quits rather than carry out Dave Mitchum's order to send a coal-burning locomotive through the Taggart Tunnel.
I can neither exist without work nor work as a serf. He becomes Dagny's secret lover, and to protect her reputation, surrenders his Metal to the government in a blackmail scheme hatched by his wife.
Robert Stadler to Dagny Taggart "I'd take no pride in any hopeless longing. On his night of triumph, Halley retires and vanishes.
When it's all one pot, you can't let any man decide what his own needs are, can you? He had to claim miseries, because it's miseries, not work, that had become the coin of the realm—so it turned into a contest between six thousand panhandlers, each claiming that his need was worse than his brother's.