DEAN: Do you mean to tell me that you're thinking seriously of building that way, when and if you are an architect? HOWARD ROARK: Yes. DEAN: My dear fellow, who will let you? HOWARD ROARK: That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?

There was shame in this feeling - his own shame that he should have to pronounce such judgment upon a man, that he should know an emotion that did not contain a shred of respect. This is pity, he thought. There must be something terribly wrong with the world where this monstrous feeling is called a virtue.