The defendant’s daughter stood up, her laced blouse silently exclaiming femininity, her stern face demanding close attention, and shouted, “He’s a moose in a man’s clothing!”
The crowd gasped. The plaintiff clapped his hooves to the desk in protest.
A man who believed there was no mind stood and asked, “By what faculties can you judge such a thing?”
A man who believed there was no reality asked, “How can we know moose exist at all?”
A woman who distrusted logic asked, “How can you be sure if all proof is foundationless?”
A woman who held no principles asked, “Why should we bind ourselves to this meaningless categorization?
A man who acknowledged no rights asked, “Why shouldn’t a man or moose for that matter stand to be judged?”
A man with no morality asked, “What’s moral about this court of law anyway?”
A woman who long believed in no absolutes asked, “What difference does it make if the plaintiff is a man or a moose?”
A woman, certain that it was impossible to know more than nothing, asked, “What?”
Ayn Rand did not pursue her accusation; she had already released the courtroom doors and let them clatter behind her.