"I don't much care to know the gunner, but I'd mightily like to know who was aimed at.

It was a damned definite thing, that letter.

'Buonapartism--the will to mount--sacrifice of obligations--Genius prostituted to Ambition--sin against light--a man's betrayal of his highest self and his own belief--the mind's incurable blindness--I, I am above all law--to take rich gifts and hold the gods in contempt--Daedalus wings'"-- The speaker paused to fill his glass.
"Yes, I should powerfully like to know at whom 'Aurelius' was aiming." "At no one, I think," said Rand coolly.

"He made a scarecrow of his own, and then was frightened by it.

His chain-shot raked a man of straw,--and so would I tell 'Aurelius,' if I knew who he was." As he spoke, he moved to face the fire.