... people to buy this book other than those told to buy it within the occult and within the Illuminati. They're extremely mad because just this year alone (1977?) they have sold a million of them, mostly to Christians. And they don't like that. In fact, they tried to stop printing it, but people don't want to stop printing it they're raking so much money. The bad thing about it though, is since it is...
... War II happened because some people got mad, World War I happened because some people got mad. The Depression happened because we bought too much too soon without enough money. They did not want anybody to get the idea that it all happened because somebody conspired for it to happen. I hope to accomplish one thing tonight more than anything, that I will change your attitude, that I will put new...
.... The book Atlas Shrugged ends with the hero, John Galt, which is really Philip Rothschild, lifting his hand up in the air and drawing the symbol of his organization, never says Illuminati in the book, in the air and he says, "We shall follow this symbol back." The symbol that he draws is the dollar sign. Now the $ sign is only used in America, by the way. Nowhere else to represent money. It's almost...
... 8,000 years old or probably older, goes back in time to the pyramids and it means to scourge or to punish and through punishment to purify and make right. That's what it means. Funny that that's what we symbolized our money. Now, the Rothschilds lead the Illuminati and in every country they have a family with the head of that family being the head of the Illuminati. In the United States, we have the...
... deal of talk about him, but few had ever met him; he seldom came to New York. They said he was thirty-three years old and had a violent temper. He had discovered some way to revive exhausted oil wells and he had proceeded to revive them. "Ellis Wyatt is a greedy bastard who's after nothing but money," said James Taggart. "It seems to me that there are more important things in life than making money...
... emotion in James Taggart's lifeless voice. "I'm not so sure that his oil fields are such a beneficial achievement. It seems to me that he's dislocated the economy of the whole country. Nobody expected Colorado to become an industrial state. How can we have any security or plan anything if everything changes all the time?" "Good God, Jim! He's-" "Yes, I know, I know, he's making money. But that is not...
... still the best railroad in the country. The others are doing much worse." "Then do you want us to remain in the hole?" "I haven't said that! Why do you always oversimplify things that way? And if you're worried about money, I don't see why you want to waste it on the Rio Norte Line, when the Phoenix-Durango has robbed us of all our business down there. Why spend money when we have no protection...
... never had a chance." "Ellis Wyatt is not asking anybody to give him a chance. And I'm not in business to give chances. I'm running a railroad." "That's an extremely narrow view, it seems to me. I don't see why we should want to help one man instead of a whole nation." "I'm not interested in. helping anybody. I want to make money." "That's an impractical attitude. Selfish greed for profit is a thing of...
... leaving the city?" "No." "Have you inherited money that permits you to retire?" "No." "Do you intend to continue working for a living?" "Yes." "But you do not wish to work for Taggart Transcontinental?" "No." "In that case, something must have happened here to cause your decision. What?" "Nothing, Miss Taggart." "I wish you'd tell me. I have a reason for wanting to know." "Would you take my word for it...
... consideration to force himself to answer evenly, "I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Mother." "You're not sorry. You could've been here if you'd made the effort. But when did you ever make an effort for anybody but yourself? You're not interested in any of us or in anything we do. You think that if you pay the bills, that's enough, don't you? Money! That's all you know. And all you give us is money. Have you...
... damn, one way or another," "The newspapers are against you." "They have time to waste. I haven't." "I don't like it, Hank. It's not good." "What?" "What they write about you." "What do they write about me?" "Well, you know the stuff. That you're intractable. That you're ruthless. That you won't allow anyone any voice in the running of your mills. That your only goal is to make steel and to make money...
.... "What were you doing today, Phil?" he asked patiently. "It wouldn't interest you." "It does interest me. That's why I'm asking." "I had to see twenty different people all over the place, from here to Redding to Wilmington." "What did you have to see them about?" "I am trying to raise money for Friends of Global Progress." Rearden had never been able to keep track of the many organizations to which...
..., "We need ten thousand dollars for a vital program, but it's a martyr's task, trying to raise money. There's not a speck of social conscience left in people. When I think of the kind of bloated money-bags I saw today-why, they spend more than that on any whim, but I couldn't squeeze just a hundred bucks a piece out of them, which was all I asked. They have no sense of moral duty, no ... What are you...
... heard, unable to believe it, that the tone of his voice was reproachful. "No, Phil, I don't care about it at all. I only wanted you to be happy." "But that money is not for me. I am not collecting it for any personal motive. I have no selfish interest in the matter whatever." His voice was cold, with a note of self-conscious virtue. Rearden turned away. He felt a sudden loathing: not because the words...
... were hypocrisy, but because they were true; Philip meant them. "By the way, Henry," Philip added, "do you mind if I ask you to have Miss Ives give me the money in cash?" Rearden turned back to him, puzzled. "You see, Friends of Global Progress are a very progressive group and they have always maintained that you represent the blackest element of social retrogression ha the country, so it would...
... operators on earth. He's never failed in a venture-I mean, a business venture-and he's sunk millions of his own money into those mines, so we can rely on his judgment." "When will you realize that Francisco d'Anconia has turned into a worthless bum?" He chuckled. "I always thought that that's what he was-as far as his personal character is concerned. But you didn't share my opinion. Yours was opposite. Oh...
... people preferred not to Understand it or to believe it possible. He was a man who had never accepted the creed that others had the right to stop him. He set his goal and moved toward it, his way as straight as one of his rails. He never sought any loans, bonds, subsidies, land grants or legislative favors from the government. He obtained money from the men who owned it, going from door to door-from the...
... against the desk, sagging, his face loose and white. "Well?" he asked. Boyle spread his hands out helplessly. "I've checked, Jim," he said. "It's straight all right; d'Anconia's lost fifteen million dollars of his own money in those mines. No, there wasn't anything phony about that, he didn't pull any sort of trick, he put up his own cash and now he's lost it." "Well, what's he going to do about it...
...?" "That-I don't know. Nobody does." "He's not going to let himself be robbed, is he? He's too smart for that. He must have something up his sleeve." "I sure hope so." "He's outwitted some of the slickest combinations of money-grubbers on earth. Is he going to be taken by a bunch of Greaser politicians with a decree? He must have something on them, and he'll get the last word, and we must be sure to be...
... terms or not at all. I do not make terms with incompetence. If you expect to earn money by carrying the oil I produce, you must be as good at your business as I am at mine. I wish this to be understood." She said quietly, "I understand." "I shan't waste time proving to you why you'd better take my ultimatum seriously. If you have the intelligence to keep this corrupt organization functioning at all...
... where he would spend his winter; but once a year, every summer, a stern South American tutor brought him for a month to the Taggart estate. Francisco found it natural that the Taggart children should be chosen as his companions: they were the crown heirs of Taggart Transcontinental, as he was of d'Anconia Copper. "We are the only aristocracy left in the world-the aristocracy of money," he said to...
...... ." "Don't you ever think of anything but d'Anconia Copper?" Jim asked him once. "No." "It seems to me that there are other things in the world." "Let others think about them." "Isn't that a very selfish attitude?" "It is." "What are you after?" "Money." "Don't you have enough?" "In his lifetime, every one of my ancestors raised the production of d'Anconia Copper by about ten per cent. I intend to raise it...
... by one hundred." "What for?" Jim asked, in sarcastic imitation of Francisco's voice. "When I die, I hope to go to heaven-whatever the hell that is-and I want to be able to afford the price of admission.” "Virtue is the price of admission," Jim said haughtily. "That's what I mean, James. So I want to be prepared to claim the greatest virtue of all-that I was a man who made money." "Any grafter can...
... make money." "James, you ought to discover some day that words have an exact meaning." Francisco smiled; it was a smile of radiant mockery. Watching them, Dagny thought suddenly of the difference between Francisco and her brother Jim. Both of them smiled derisively. But Francisco seemed to laugh at things because he saw something much greater. Jim laughed as if he wanted to let nothing remain great...
... your throat are just so much paper money put out by swindlers to fleece people of their virtues. The code of competence is the only system of morality that's on a gold standard. When you grow up, you'll know what I mean." "I know it now. But ... Francisco, why are you and I the only ones who seem to know it?" "Why should you care about the others?" "Because I like to understand things, and there's...
... gate. His father's eyes moved from the photograph to Francisco's face as he stood in front of the desk. "Isn't it a little too soon?" his father asked. "I couldn't have stood four years of nothing but lectures." "Where did you get the money for your first payment on that property?" "By playing the New York stock market," "What? Who taught you to do that?" "It is not difficult to judge which...
... industrial ventures will succeed and which won't." "Where did you get the money to play with?" "From the allowance you sent me, sir, and from my wages." "When did you have time to watch the stock market?" "While I was writing a thesis on the influence-upon subsequent metaphysical systems-of Aristotle's theory of the Immovable Mover." Francisco's stay in New York was brief, that fall. His father was sending...
..., leaving d'Anconia Copper to the management of his employees. She read the interview where he said, "Why should I wish to make money? I have enough to permit three generations of descendants to have as good a time as I'm having." She saw him once, at a reception given by an ambassador in New York. He bowed to her courteously, he smiled, and he looked at her with a glance in which no past existed. She...
... why did I begin it?" "Don't start telling me that you gained nothing. I know it. I know you lost fifteen million dollars of your own money. Yet it was done on purpose." "Can you think of a motive that would prompt me to do it?" "No. It's inconceivable." "Is it? You assume that I have a great mind, a great knowledge and a great productive ability, so that anything I undertake must necessarily be...
... drop. She thought of his childhood and of the predictions that anything he did would be done superlatively. "No," he said, "I don't find it amusing. Your brother James and his friends knew nothing about the copper-mining industry. They knew nothing about making money. They did not think it necessary to learn. They considered knowledge superfluous and judgment inessential. They observed that there I...
... theory was not new, it has worked for centuries. But it wasn't foolproof. There is just one point that they overlooked. They thought it was safe to ride on my brain, because they assumed that the goal of my journey was wealth. All their calculations rested on the premise that I wanted to make money. What if I didn't?" "If you didn't, what did you want?" "They never asked me that. Not to inquire about...
... my aims, motives or desires is an essential part of their theory." "If you didn't want to make money, what possible motive could you have had?" "Any number of them. For instance, to spend it." "To spend money on a certain, total failure?" "How was I to know that those mines were a certain, total failure?" "How could you help knowing it?" "Quite simply. By giving it no thought." "You started that...
... structures. So was the price paid for every other item. That money went to men who grow rich by such methods. Such men do not remain rich for long. The money will go into channels which will carry it, not to the most productive, but to the most corrupt. By the standards of our time, the man who has the least to offer is the man who wins. That money will vanish in projects such as the San Sebastian Mines...
... Eubank, "was a shallow fraud. It whitewashed life in order to please the money tycoons whom it served. Morality, free will, achievement, happy endings, and man as some sort of heroic being-all that stuff is laughable to us. Our age has given depth to literature for the first time, by exposing the real essence of life," A very young girl in a white evening gown asked timidly, "What is the real essence...
... tough on the writers' bank accounts?" "So much the better. Only those whose motive is not money-making should be allowed to write." "But, Mr. Eubank," asked the young girl in the white dress, "what if more than ten thousand people want to buy a certain book?" "Ten thousand readers is enough for any book." "That's not what I mean. I mean, what if they want it?" "That is irrelevant." "But if a book has...
... Scudder asked without curiosity. "I don't!" said Philip hotly. "I have always placed the public good above any personal consideration. I have contributed my time and money to Friends of Global Progress in their crusade for the Equalization of Opportunity Bill. I think it is perfectly unfair that one man should get all the breaks and leave none to others." Bertram Scudder considered him speculatively...
... men like Bertram Scudder. But with every hour of his life, with the strain and the pride of every moment when his muscles or his mind had ached from effort, with every step he had taken to rise out of the mines of Minnesota and to turn his effort into gold, with all of his profound respect for money and for its meaning, he despised the squanderer who did not know how to deserve the great gift of...
... meet you." There had been a faint tone of amusement in Rearden's voice; now it hardened into a hint of contempt. "You started by playing it straight. Stick to it." "I am." "What did you want to meet me for? In order to make me lose money?" Francisco looked straight at him. "Yes-eventually." "What is it, this time? A gold mine?" Francisco shook his head slowly; the conscious deliberation of the...
... for his head." "That's an awful lot of money to pay for a pirate's head." "But how are we going to have any order or security or planning in the world, with a pirate running loose all over the seven seas?" "Do you know what it was that he seized last night?" said the spinster. "The big ship with the relief supplies we were sending to the People's State of France." "How does he dispose of the goods...
...." "They say it's a national scandal in Norway. He comes from one of their best families. The family lost its money generations ago, but the name is of the noblest. The ruins of their castle are still in existence. His father is a bishop. His father has disowned him and excommunicated him. But it had no effect." "Did you know that Ragnar Danneskjold went to school in this country? Sure. The Patrick Henry...
... to the window and stood, looking out. Why had she married him?-he thought. It was a question he had not asked himself on their wedding day, eight years ago. Since then, in tortured loneliness, he had asked it many times. He had found no answer. It was not for position, he thought, or for money. She came from an old family that had both. Her family's name was not among the most distinguished and...
... purpose within her-but found nothing to condemn. She had never tried to use him. She made no demands on him. She found no satisfaction in the prestige of industrial power-she spurned it-she preferred her own circle of friends. She was not after money-she spent little-she was indifferent to the kind of extravagance he could have afforded. He had no right to accuse her, he thought, or ever to break the...
... about it?" "It's ready for the scrap heap." "Do you suppose that I don't know it?" "I saw the specifications of your order for Rearden Metal members for that bridge. You're wasting your money. The difference between what you're planning to spend on a makeshift that will last a couple of years, and the cost of a new Rearden Metal bridge, is comparatively so little that I don't see why you want to...
.... You may name your own price." "The rights to Rearden Metal are not for sale." "I am in a position to speak of large sums of money. Government money." Rearden sat without moving, the muscles of his cheeks pulled tight; but his glance was indifferent, focused only by the faint pull of morbid curiosity. "You are a businessman, Mr. Rearden. This is a proposition which you cannot afford to ignore. On the...
... want? Name your price." "The sale of the rights to Rearden Metal is not open to discussion. If you have anything else to say, please say it and leave." The man leaned back, looked at Rearden incredulously and asked, "What are you after?" "I? What do you mean?" "You're in business to make money, aren't you?" "I am." "You want to make as big a profit as possible, don't you?" "I do." "Then why do you...
.... Don't you know that it's the greatest thing you've ever handled?" He did not answer. "Don't you know it?" He looked away. "Don't you know what's true?" "Hell, Miss Taggart, I'm in business, I'm only a little guy. I just want to make money." "How do you think one makes it?" But she knew that it was useless. Looking at Mr. Mowen's face, at the eyes which she could not catch, she felt as she had felt...
... drain-but they've refused!" She smiled briefly, but made no comment. "Now there's nothing left for us to do! We're caught. We can't give up that branch and we can't complete it. We can't stop or go on. We have no money. Nobody will touch us with a ten-foot pole! What have we got left without the Rio Norte Line? But we can't finish it. We'd be boycotted. We'd be blacklisted. That union of track workers...
.... "I am simply a beggar, Francisco, and I am begging you for money. I had always thought that one did not beg in business. I thought that one stood on the merit of what one had to offer, and gave value for value. This is not so any more, though I don't understand how we can act on any other rule and continue to exist. Judging by every objective fact, the Rio Norte Line is to be the best railroad in...
... the country. Judging by every known standard, it is the best investment possible. And that is what damns me. I cannot raise money by offering people a good business venture: the fact that it's good, makes people reject it. There is no bank that would buy the bonds of my company. So I can't plead merit. I can only plead." Her voice was pronouncing the words with impersonal precision. She stopped...
..., waiting for his answer. He remained silent. "I know that I have nothing to offer you," she said. "I can't speak to you in terms of investment. You don't care to make money. Industrial projects have ceased to concern you long ago. So I won't pretend that it's a fair exchange. It's just begging." She drew her breath and said, "Give me that money as alms, because it means nothing to you." "Don't," he said...
... moved her hand, pointing at the office. "This is how far I've risen... . So I thought ... if the memory of what had been your values still has some meaning for you, if only as amusement, or a moment's sadness, or just like ... like putting flowers on a grave ... you might want to give me the money ... in the name of that." "No." She said, with effort, "That money would mean nothing to you-you've...
... mines, I've denounced you, I've thrown my contempt at you in every way possible, and now I come back to you-for money. Like Jim, like any moocher you've ever met. I know it's a triumph for you, I know that you can laugh at me and despise me with full justice. Well-perhaps I can offer you that. If it's amusement that you want, if you enjoyed seeing Jim and the Mexican planners crawl-wouldn't it amuse...
... orders or to function?" "I don't need to. Your coming here says it," She smiled. "True. It's all set, Hank. I came to tell you that and to discuss the details of the bridge in person." "All right, I am curious: who are the bondholders of the John Galt Line?" "I don't think any of them could afford it. All of them have growing enterprises. All of them needed their money for their own concerns. But they...
... to lose this money. I am aware of the conditions under which these bonds can be converted into stock at my option. I therefore expect to make an inordinate profit-and you're going to earn it for me." She laughed. "God, Hank, I've spoken to so many yellow fools that they've almost infected me into thinking of the Line as of a hopeless loss! Thanks for reminding me. Yes, I think I'll earn your...
... position in the world. He needs a salary, so that he'd feel that he's got money coming to him as his due, not as alms." "As his due? But he wouldn't be worth a nickel to me." "Is that what you think of first? Your profit? I'm asking you to help your brother, and you're figuring how to make a nickel on him, and you won't help him unless there's money in it for you-is that it?" She saw the expression of...
... earn for work he can't do?" "You'd never miss it. You've got enough people here who're making money for you." "Are you asking me to help him stage a fraud of that kind?" "You don't have to put it that way." "Is it a fraud-or isn't it?" "That's why I can't talk to you-because you're not human. You have no pity, no feeling for your brother, no compassion for his feelings." "Is it a fraud or not?" "You...
... you out," he said, "but this is the worst possible time for me, because of a very large, very special order that has to take precedence over everything." "I know. But would you just give me a hearing, Mr. Rearden?" "Sure." "If it's a question of money, I'll pay anything you ask. If I could make it worth your while that way, why, charge me any extra you please, charge me double the regular price...
... of the momentum of the past. She liked her new place: it saved money. The rooms contained no superfluous furniture or people. The furniture had come from junk shops. The people were the choice best she could find. On her rare visits to New York, she had no time to notice the room where she worked; she noticed only that it served its purpose. She did not know what made her stop tonight and look at...
... talking about it?" "I ..." Larkin's voice was pleading. "I gave you the best price, Hank. The law said 'reasonable compensation.' My bid was higher than anyone else's." Rearden looked at the papers still lying across the desk. He thought of the payment these papers gave him for his ore mines. Two-thirds of the sum was money which Larkin had obtained as a loan from the government; the new law made...
... provisions for such loans "in order to give a fair opportunity to the new owners who have never had a chance." Two-thirds of the rest was a loan he himself had granted to Larkin, a mortgage he had accepted on his own mines... . And the government money, he thought suddenly, the money now given to him as payment for his property, where had that come from? Whose work had provided it? "'You don't have to...
... Danagger angrily. "Look here, Rearden, don't you suppose I know what I'm getting, unearned? The money doesn't pay you for it. Not nowadays." "You didn't volunteer to bid to buy my property. I asked you to buy it. I wish there had been somebody like you in the ore business, to take over my mines. There wasn't. If you want to do me a favor, don't offer me rebates. Give me a chance to pay you higher prices...
... should I collect my money from you now, when it might prove to be the death blow to your company? If your company were no good, I'd collect, and fast. I don't engage in charity and I don't gamble on incompetents. But you're still the best railroad in the country. When the John Galt Line is completed, you'll be the soundest one financially. So I have good reason to wait. Besides, you're in trouble on...
... account of my rail. I intend to see you win," "I still owe you thanks, Mr. Rearden ... for something much greater than charity." "No. Don't you see? I have just received a great deal of money ... which I didn't want. I can't invest it. It's of no use to me whatever... . So, in a way, it pleases me that I can turn that money against the same people in the same battle. They made it possible for me to give...
... ever shown any sign of social conscience? Money, that's all he's after. He'll do anything for money. What does he care if people lose their lives when his bridge collapses?" "The Taggarts have been a band of vultures for generations," people said. "It's in their blood. Just remember that the founder of that family was Nat Taggart, the most notoriously anti-social scoundrel that ever lived, who bled...
... you're doing is a violation of human rights. You can't force men to go out to get killed-when that bridge collapses -just to make money for you." She reached for a sheet of blank paper and handed it to him. "Put it down in writing," she said, "and we'll sign a contract to that effect." "What contract?" "That no member of your union will ever be employed to run an engine on the John Galt Line." "Why...
.... Hopkins," said Dagny, in polite astonishment, "is there any reason why we would talk to you, if it weren't for publication?" "Do you want us to quote all the things you said?" "I hope I may trust you to be sure and quote them. Would you oblige me by taking this down verbatim?" She paused to see their pencils ready, then dictated: "Miss Taggart says-quote-I expect to make a pile of money on the John Galt...
... New Jersey, Rhode Island, Massachusetts and all along the Atlantic coast ..." The young man was not looking and did not seem to listen. "It's like a leaking faucet," said Mr. Mowen, "and all the water's running out to Colorado. All the money." The young man flung the chain across and followed it deftly, climbing over the big shape covered with canvas. "You'd think people would have some feeling for...
... Galt ... if the Rio Norte Line does as well as it's doing now." "It's going to do better. That's only the beginning." "I have an installment plan made out. As the money comes in, I'm going to start tearing up the main track, one division at a time, and replacing it with Rearden Metal rail." "Okay. Any time you wish to start." "I'll keep moving the old rail to the branch lines-they won't last much...
... weeks, getting the new furnaces started, but it's all set now, they're being built, I can sit back and take it easy. I can sit at my desk, rake in the money, loaf like a bum, watch the orders for the Metal pouring in and play favorites ail over the place... . Say, what's the first train you've got for Philadelphia tomorrow morning?" "Oh, I don't know." "You don't? What's the use of an Operating Vice...
.... If we don't find him fast," "Ted Nielsen of Colorado is your man." "Yes, if he finds a way to open his new plant. He's sunk more money than he should into the bonds of the John Galt Line." "That's turned out to be a pretty profitable investment, hasn't it?" "Yes, but it's held him up. Now he's ready to go ahead, but he can't find the tools. There are no machine tools to buy, not anywhere, not at...
... buckets that seemed too heavy for his thin arms. One could not tell his age. He approached and stopped, looking at the car. His eyes darted at the strangers, then away, suspicious and furtive. Rearden took out a ten-dollar bill and extended it to him, asking, "Would you please tell us the way to the factory?" The man stared at the money with sullen indifference, not moving, not lifting a hand for it...
..., still clutching the two buckets. If one were ever to see a man devoid of greed, thought Dagny, there he was. "We don't need no money around here," he said. "Don't you work for a living?" "Yeah." "Well, what do you use for money?" The man put the buckets down, as if it had just occurred to him that he did not have to stand straining under their weight. "We don't use no money," he said. "We just trade...
... factory, and nobody having the right to move a wheel in it, except that there's no wheels left to move." "Did Mark Yonts operate the factory before he sold it?" "Lord, no, ma'am! He wasn't the kind that ever operates anything. He didn't want to make money, only to get it. Guess he got it, too-more than anyone could have made out of that factory." He wondered why the blond, hard-faced man, who sat with...
... quite famous in these parts two-three years ago." "Did Lawson operate the factory?" "No. He merely lent an awful lot of money on it, more than he could ever hope to get back out of the old dump. When the factory busted, that was the last straw for Gene Lawson. The bank busted three months later." He sighed. "It hit the folks pretty hard around here. They all had their life savings in the Community...
..., too, by the time he died-only the money was in the Community National Bank." "Who operated the factory when it failed?" "Oh, that was some quicky corporation called Amalgamated Service, Inc. Just a puff-ball. Came up out of nothing and went back to it." "Where are its members?" "Where are the pieces of a puff-ball when it bursts? Try and trace them all over the United States. Try it." "Where is...
... having to hope for honesty as for a favor, but risking it, pouring money into unknown hands in exchange for unsupported promises, into unsigned, unrecorded loans to dummy owners of failing mines-money handed and taken furtively, as an exchange between criminals, in anonymous cash; money poured into unenforceable contracts-both parties knowing that in case of fraud, the defrauded was to be punished, not...
... are accustomed to expect from bankers. I granted them the loan for the purchase of that factory, because they needed the money. If people needed money, that was enough for me. Need was my standard, Miss Taggart. Need, not greed. My father and grandfather built up the Community National Bank just to amass a fortune for themselves. I placed their fortune in the service of a higher ideal. I did not sit...
... on piles of money and demand collateral from poor people who needed loans. The heart was my collateral. Of course, I do not expect anyone in this materialistic country to understand me. The rewards I got were not of a kind that people of your class, Miss Taggart, would appreciate. The people who used to sit in front of my desk at the bank, did not sit as you do, Miss Taggart. They were humble...
... still had money, but wouldn't sacrifice it to save my bank and the people of Wisconsin! You can't blame me! I lost everything!" "Mr. Lawson," she said with effort, "do you perhaps recall the name of the man who headed the corporation that owned the factory? The corporation to which you lent the money. It was called Amalgamated Service, wasn't it? Who was its president?" "Oh, him? Yes, I remember him...
... stopped to look at him. "I have expressed no opinion." "I am perfectly innocent, since I lost my money, since I lost all of my own money for a good cause. My motives were pure. I wanted nothing for myself. I've never sought anything for myself. Miss Taggart, I can proudly say that in all of my life I have never made a profit!" Her voice was quiet, steady and solemn: "Mr. Lawson, I think I should let you...
... factory, with all the equipment, all the machinery, all the things that had made millions for Jed Starnes. That was the kind of setup I wanted, the kind of opportunity I was entitled to. So I got a few friends together and we formed the Amalgamated Service Corporation and we scraped up a little money. But we didn't have enough, we needed a loan to help us out and give us a start. It was a perfectly safe...
... same break? Aw, don't let me hear anything about justice! I worked like a dog, trying to get somebody to lend us the money. But that bastard Midas Mulligan put me through the wringer." She sat up straight. "Midas Mulligan?" "Yeah-the banker who looked like a truck driver and acted it, too!" "Did you know Midas Mulligan?" "Did I know him? I'm the only man who ever beat him-not that it did me any good...
... run on a bank that the country ever witnessed. Every depositor received his money down to the last fraction of interest due. All of the bank's assets had been sold piecemeal to various financial institutions. When the books were balanced, it was found that they balanced perfectly, to the penny; nothing was left over; the Mulligan Bank had been wiped out. No clue was ever found to Mulligan's motive...
... down flat-for no better reason than that I had no collateral to offer. How could I have accumulated any collateral, when nobody had ever given me a chance at anything big? Why did he lend money to others, but not to me? It was plain discrimination. He didn't even care about my feelings-he said that my past record of failures disqualified me for ownership of a vegetable pushcart, let alone a motor...
... higher court-and the higher court reversed the verdict and ordered Mulligan to give us the loan on our terms. He had three months in which to comply, but before the three months were up, something happened that nobody can figure out and he vanished into thin air, he and his bank. There wasn't an extra penny left of that bank, to collect our lawful claim. We wasted a lot of money on detectives, trying...
... to find him-as who didn't?-but we gave it up." No-thought Dagny-no, apart from the sickening feeling it gave her, this case was not much worse than any of the other things that Midas Mulligan had borne for years. He had taken many losses under laws of a similar justice, under rules and edicts that had cost him much larger sums of money; he had borne them and fought and worked the harder; it was not...
... effort. "Well, Eugene Lawson of the Community National Bank in Madison finally gave us a loan to buy the factory-but he was just a messy cheapskate, he didn't have enough money to see us through, he couldn't help us when we went bankrupt. It was not our fault. We had everything against us from the start. How could we run a factory when we had no railroad? Weren't we entitled to a railroad? I tried to...
... Starnes grow filthy rich on that factory, but you wouldn't give us a break. It was the same factory. We did everything he did. We started right in manufacturing the particular type of motor that had been his biggest money-maker for years. And then some newcomer nobody ever heard of opened a two bit factory down in Colorado, by the name of Nielsen Motors, and put out a new motor of the same class as the...
... them. A lot of them had gone while the factory was closed." "His research staff?" "They were gone." "Did you hire any research men of your own?" "Yes, yes, some-but let me tell you, I didn't have much money to spend on such things as laboratories, when I never had enough funds to give me a breathing spell. I couldn't even pay the bills I owed for the absolutely essential modernizing and redecorating...
... a lot of money on a new cafeteria and a playroom and rest room for the workers. We had to have morale, didn't we? Any enlightened person knows that man is made by the material factors of his background, and that a man's mind is shaped by his tools of production. But people wouldn't wait for the laws of economic determinism to operate upon us. We never had a motor factory before. We had to let the...
..., trying to raise money to keep us going." "Who was the general manager of tie factory?" "A very able fellow by the name of Roy Cunningham. He died last year in an auto accident. Drunk driving, they said." "Can you give me the names and addresses of any of your associates? Anyone you remember?" "I don't know what's become of them. I wasn't in a mood to keep track of that." "Have you preserved any of the...
... was an evil man who cared for nothing but business. He had no time for love, only for money. My brothers and I lived on a different plane. Our aim was not to produce gadgets, but to do good. We brought a great, new plan into the factory. It was eleven years ago. We were defeated by the greed, the selfishness and the base, animal nature of men. It was the eternal conflict between spirit and matter...
... every year. It has cost me my faith in human nature. In four years, a plan conceived, not by the cold calculations of the mind, but by the pure love of the heart, was brought to an end in the sordid mess of policemen, lawyers and bankruptcy proceedings. But I have seen my error and I am free of it, I am through with the world of machines, manufacturers and money, the world enslaved by matter. I am...
...." "But why?" "That is a personal matter." "Why should you work like this, when you can have a better job?" "I am not looking for a better job." "You don't want a chance to rise and make money?" "No. Why do you insist?" "Because I hate to see ability being wasted!" He said slowly, intently, "So do I." Something in the way he said it made her feel the bond of some profound emotion which they held in...
... attempt to waste your money and effort on other, more conventional methods of inquiry: do not hire detectives. They will learn nothing. You may choose to ignore my warning, but I think that you are a person of high intelligence, able to know that I know what I am saying. Give it up. The secret you are trying to solve involves something greater-much greater-than the invention of a motor run by...
... of the wheels on the rails of Rearden Metal, She sat, unresisting, swaying with the motion of the train. The black luster of the window hid the countryside she did not want to see. It was her second run on the John Galt Line, and she tried not to think of the first. The bondholders, she thought, the bondholders of the John Galt Line-it was to her honor that they had entrusted their money, the...
..., was the money he had not earned-the subsidies for empty trains; and the money he did not own-the sums that should have gone to pay the interest and the retirement of Taggart bonds, the debt which, by the will of Wesley Mouch, he had been permitted not to pay. He boasted about the greater volume of freight carried by Taggart trains in Arizona-where Dan Conway had closed the last of the Phoenix...
...-Durango and retired; and in Minnesota-where Paul Larkin was shipping iron ore by rail, and the last of the ore boats on the Great Lakes had gone out of existence. "You have always considered money-making as such an important virtue," Jim had said to her with an odd half-smile. "Well, it seems to me that I'm better at it than you are." Nobody professed to understand the question of the frozen railroad...
... were three questions that no one answered or asked: "What constituted proof?" "What constituted need?" "Essential-to whom?" Then it became bad manners to discuss why one man received the grant defreezing his money, while another had been refused. People turned away in mouth-pinched silence, if anybody asked a "why?" One was supposed to describe, not to explain, to catalogue facts, not to evaluate...
... with rabbi Abe Finkelstein about Jewish control of the world I care not what puppet is placed upon the throne of England to rule the Empire on which the sun never sets. The man who controls Britain's money supply controls the British Empire, and I control the British money supply. - Nathan Rothschild Our race is the Master Race Terrorist Menachem Begin "Our race is the Master Race. We are divine gods...
... [unintelligible, like "fill" or "bill"] of goods to sell to masses. We tell them: hey, you are here at the bottom. How would you like to be equal, everybody be equal? They thought they were gonna come up, but we brought the rich ones down to their level and we took all the money, and we run it, and they are all a bunch of schleppers. And we make the shekels, and we are the masters of the world, and all the...
... newspapers for two years. What happened? Why won't the papers and TV tell us how the bankers successfully crushed or minimized another rebellion? Because. THEY DIDN'T! This time, the people won. The people of Iceland have overwhelmingly risen up and forced their government puppets of the banks to resign. Primary banks have been nationalized. The debt scam imposed by Great Britain and Holland money printers...
... responsible parties, and -a rewriting of the Iceland Constitution by its people This is significant stuff. Have we been informed about this through the main stream media? Has any political program on radio or TV commented on this? Not that I've seen. The Icelandic people have demonstrated a way to beat the international money printers and controllers of information. The last thing entrenched usurers would...
.... These priggish aristocrats, including the Rothschilds, realized they must control the world to safeguard their monopoly on money creation) as well as global resources. The same folks control the U.S. Federal Reserve and other major central banks. http://www.savethemales.ca/260602.html They were united also by a commitment to freemasonry, which at the top, is dedicated to the destruction of...
... them the money to build their temples, never realizing that their own holy book condemns all usury. They are eager to pay our exorbitant interest rates They are eager to pay our exorbitant interest rates. They have led society into our control through the same practice. Politically, they hail the blessings of democracy and never understand that through democracy we have gained control of their nation...
... in Egypt or Bahrain or Tunisia or Saudi Arabia. We probably are responsible for the unrest in Yemen because we were using drones and strikes against various tribal elements. So, that is the big difference that the Syrian and Libya affairs have American hands in them, organizing the demonstrations, providing money and so forth. There are always discontented people that can be bought and promises...
... leadership in Israel send me, Max Keiser, the thousand dollars that they own me because they'd illegally pilfered that money by not disclosing the nuclear weapons? Why can't that happen? ... "... Because they (Zionists) own the United States government. As long as United States is a puppet state of Israel, the atrocities will continue... Look, why is Obama not said anything. He's not said anything because...
... by controlling wages. "THIS CAN BE DONE BY CONTROLLING THE MONEY. THE GREAT DEBT THAT CAPITALISTS WILL SEE TO IS MADE OUT OF THE WAR must be used as a means to control the volume of money. "To accomplish this the BONDS must be used as a banking basis. We are now waiting for the Secretary of the Treasury to make his recommendation to Congress. It will not do to ALLOW the GREENBACK, as it is called...
..., to circulate as money any length of time, as we cannot control that." World Domination 102 "'I believe that ultimately the only real prospect of getting Iran to give up nuclear weapons is to change the regime,' Bolton told reporters after an off-the-record speech to the Hudson Institute, a nonpartisan policy research organization. "How should this be done? 'By the force of the Iranian people...
... violation of Belgium, but says not a word of condemnation. He explains the Bolshevist system; he apparently approves of it, as he gives as his own opinion that only the workers ought to have rights, capital is wrong and ought to disappear; means of a living must not depend on work, etc. When you buy a coat, with your money you are buying men's work, and he condemns it! Money should be allowed to buy only...
... goods. (He does not explain the contradictions). A work of art is, say, in Rome; a 'bourgeois' (capitalist) can go there to see it; his money will command the work of many railway men, etc. ..to enable him to enjoy the sight of that work or art. Why should a poor worker, to whom it belongs as well as to the bourgeois, not see it? The works of art should be brought to the workers everywhere. Money left...
... with compound interest in a bank will double itself in fourteen years, and yet the capitalist will have remained idle. Money is the power of commandeering other men's work! There are in England occult societies which inspire English politics. They know the course of evolution for the next few decades, and are using their knowledge for the material advantage of England. The English will try and keep...
...). The majority of the German Jews were never fully assimilated and were much more Jewish than the Jews in other West European countries (p. 120) World Domination 034 Q: Does the Federal Reserve Board control the daily price and quantity of money? A: The Federal Reserve Board of Governors, meeting in private as the Federal Open Market Committee with presidents of the Federal Reserve Banks, controls all...
... economic activity throughout the United States by issuing orders to buy government bonds on the open market, creating money out of nothing and causing inflationary pressure, or, conversely, by selling government bonds on the open market and extinguishing debt, creating deflationary pressure and causing the stock market to drop. World Domination 035 "Chirac asked that Israel act to topple the Assad regime...
... this. Mr. Rosenthal replied: "the naive politicians in Washington are gullible. Most of them are not too bright so the powerful Jewish lobbyists influenced this practice years ago and there is no one strong enough to stop it. Some of the money is even returned to the United States and spent on Zionist propaganda efforts, much of it through the B'nai B'rith and the Conference of Jewish Organizations...
... which boasts such right wing luminaries as Barbara Comstock, Monica Crowley, Frank Gaffney, Laura Ingraham and James Woolsey among others on its board of directors. It seems like they are just another of the dozens of wingnut welfare programs devoted to throwing good money after bad keeping conservative operatives gainfully employed. [Not really. They are not just some "wingnut welfare program". They...
... are one of important cells in the network, operating according the the principles of "netocracy" global warfare for the NWO in a demographical subspace. There is just nothing like "throwing good money after bad" here, or "conservative operatives". This "conservative" vs. "democratic" is just a hoax. There is no such separation in the minds of global NWO elite, The Committee of 300, Club of Rome...
... to hear that we were money-grubbers and commercial materialists; now the complaint is being whispered around that no art and no profession is safe from Jewish invasion... We shirk our patriotic duty in war time because we are pacifists by nature and tradition, and we are the Arch-Plotters of Universal Wars and the Chief Beneficiaries of those wars. We are at once the founders and leading adherents...
... perfect kingdom. The triumph of those ideas is approaching in the presence of which the sentiments of humanity are mute, the thirst for truth, the Christian and national feelings and even the common pride of the peoples of Europe. "That which is coming, on the contrary, is materialism, the blind and grasping appetite for personal material well-being, the thirst for the accumulation of money by any means...
... Domination 053 056 "Under the pressure of international finance the atmosphere in Europe became very congested. Instead of using the huge money resources for cultural purposes, the international banking houses urged unlimited armaments of European States, and sometime deliberately precipitated military adventures. "In this connection it is of interest to recall a statement of Israel Zangwill, the well...
... matter what injustices are perpetrated on the former owners of the land. Not one penny of tax-free American money should go into this project. In fairness to American taxpayers, the Treasury must re-examine the tax-free status of contributions to the United Jewish Appeal." (Hon. Ralph E. Flanders, former Senator from Vermont, July 30, 1958, in one of ten speeches before the U.S. Senate on the middle...
... communist propaganda films which depicted Christian peasants (kulaks) as hideous, money-grabbing parasites. The kulaks were subsequently massacred. (Cf. for example Eisenstein's Bezhin Meadow). Komzet: commission for the settlement of Jewish Communists on land seized from murdered Christians in Ukraine; funded by Jewish-American financier Julius Rosenwald. Ilya Ehrenburg, Minister of Soviet Propaganda and...
... peasants and Christians; describing it as, "... a national (and worldwide) symbol of triumph, justice and revenge." (Jan. 31, 1997, p. B-26). Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee (JAC): new form of the Bolshevik Yevkom, Stalin's recruiting conduit for funding money, supplies and political influence for Soviet Russia from world Jewry as well as the dissemination of gas chamber atrocity propaganda (cf. The Black...
.... Warburg has opened in accordance with telegram from president of Rheinish-Westphalian Syndicate an account for the undertaking of Comrade Trotzky. The attorney (agent) purchased arms and has organized their transportation and delivery up to Luleo and Varde. Name to the office of Essen & Son in Luleo, receivers, and a person authorized to recieve the money demaned by Comrade Trotzky. - J. Furstenberg...
... avenues of power - a double assault of Jewish revolution and Jewish finance, revolution and finance. If I were God, I'd clean this mess up and I would start with cleaning the Money Changers out of the Federal Reserve. He does say in His Word that the gold and silver will be thrown in the streets. Since they aren't using money in Heaven now, we won't need any when He gets here. It will be done in earth...
... members. Many of you might still assume that the government itself prints and issues the currency. That is not the case. When America needs money they go to our boys and ask for it. The money is printed, but it is only representative of a loan. Interest accrues on that dollar until it is paid back to the Fed. In fact the federal taxes paid by the American population go almost entirely to paying off this...