How sharp the look of leverage may seem,
With narrowed eyes belying wisdom won,
And tightly drawn, a smile whose act would deem,
To speak content, his will on others – done.
How large this victor bears his confidence,
How brief this staged event until it’s learned,
His stolen gains’ required consequence –
Their use destroyed as they could not be earned.
No pretense, envy, nor excuse conceived
Production which is far beyond that ken;
Yet driven to live, ideas from whom achieved
The known, this world – the other kind of men.
And thus, by those, who this will understand,
Is shared the name, the glory, that is Man.
“Francisco, where are they now – the other kind of men?”
“Now they’re not wanted.”
“I want them. Oh God, how I want them!”
“When you do, you’ll find them.”
Dagny and Francisco in Atlas Shrugged