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She
saw
a
brief
glitter
of
wires
among
the
branches
,
as
they
drove
out
into
a
clearing
.
An
unobtrusive
little
structure
stood
against
a
hillside
,
on
a
rising
slant
of
rocky
ground
.
It
was
a
simple
cube
of
granite
,
the
size
of
a
toolshed
,
it
had
no
windows
,
no
apertures
of
any
kind
,
only
a
door
of
polished
steel
and
a
complex
set
of
wire
antennae
branching
out
from
the
roof
.
Galt
was
driving
past
,
leaving
it
unnoticed
,
when
she
asked
with
a
sudden
start
,
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
She
saw
the
faint
break
of
his
smile
.
"
The
powerhouse
.
"
"
Oh
,
stop
,
please
!
"
He
obeyed
,
backing
the
car
to
the
foot
of
the
hillside
.
It
was
her
first
few
steps
up
the
rocky
incline
that
stopped
her
,
as
if
there
were
no
need
to
move
forward
,
no
further
place
to
rise
—
and
she
stood
as
in
the
moment
when
she
had
opened
her
eyes
on
the
earth
of
the
valley
,
a
moment
uniting
her
beginning
to
her
goal
.
She
stood
looking
up
at
the
structure
,
her
consciousness
surrendered
to
a
single
sight
and
a
single
,
wordless
emotion
—
but
she
had
always
known
that
an
emotion
was
a
sum
totaled
by
an
adding
machine
of
the
mind
,
and
what
she
now
felt
was
the
instantaneous
total
of
the
thoughts
she
did
not
have
to
name
,
the
final
sum
of
a
long
progression
,
like
a
voice
telling
her
by
means
of
a
feeling
:
If
she
had
held
onto
Quentin
Daniels
,
with
no
hope
of
a
chance
to
use
the
motor
,
for
the
sole
sake
of
knowing
that
achievement
had
not
died
on
earth
—
if
,
like
a
weighted
diver
sinking
in
an
ocean
of
mediocrity
,
under
the
pressure
of
men
with
gelatin
eyes
,
rubber
voices
,
spiral
-
shaped
convictions
,
noncommittal
souls
and
non
-
committing
hands
,
she
had
held
,
as
her
life
line
and
oxygen
tube
,
the
thought
of
a
superlative
achievement
of
the
human
mind
—
if
,
at
the
sight
of
the
motor
’
s
remnant
,
in
a
sudden
gasp
of
suffocation
,
as
a
last
protest
from
his
corruption
-
eaten
lungs
,
Dr
.
Stadler
had
cried
for
something
,
not
to
look
down
at
,
but
up
to
,
and
this
had
been
the
cry
,
the
longing
and
the
fuel
of
her
life
—
if
she
had
moved
,
drawn
by
the
hunger
of
her
youth
for
a
sight
of
clean
,
hard
,
radiant
competence
—
then
here
it
was
before
her
,
reached
and
done
,
the
power
of
an
incomparable
mind
given
shape
in
a
net
of
wires
sparkling
peacefully
under
a
summer
sky
,
drawing
an
incalculable
power
out
of
space
into
the
secret
interior
of
a
small
stone
hovel
.
She
thought
of
this
structure
,
half
the
size
of
a
boxcar
,
replacing
the
power
plants
of
the
country
,
the
enormous
conglomerations
of
steel
,
fuel
and
effort
—
she
thought
of
the
current
flowing
from
this
structure
,
lifting
ounces
,
pounds
,
tons
of
strain
from
the
shoulders
of
those
who
would
make
it
or
use
it
,
adding
hours
,
days
and
years
of
liberated
time
to
their
lives
,
be
it
an
extra
moment
to
lift
one
’
s
head
from
one
’
s
task
and
glance
at
the
sunlight
,
or
an
extra
pack
of
cigarettes
bought
with
the
money
saved
from
one
’
s
electric
bill
,
or
an
hour
cut
from
the
workday
of
every
factory
using
power
,
or
a
month
’
s
journey
through
the
whole
,
open
width
of
the
world
,
on
a
ticket
paid
for
by
one
day
of
one
’
s
labor
,
on
a
train
pulled
by
the
power
of
this
motor
—
with
all
the
energy
of
that
weight
,
that
strain
,
that
time
replaced
and
paid
for
by
the
energy
of
a
single
mind
who
had
known
how
to
make
connections
of
wire
follow
the
connections
of
his
thought
.
But
she
knew
that
there
was
no
meaning
in
motors
or
factories
or
trains
,
that
their
only
meaning
was
in
man
’
s
enjoyment
of
his
life
,
which
they
served
—
and
that
her
swelling
admiration
at
the
sight
of
an
achievement
was
for
the
man
from
whom
it
came
,
for
the
power
and
the
radiant
vision
within
him
which
had
seen
the
earth
as
a
place
of
enjoyment
and
had
known
that
the
work
of
achieving
one
’
s
happiness
was
the
purpose
,
the
sanction
and
the
meaning
of
life
.
The
door
of
the
structure
was
a
straight
,
smooth
sheet
of
stainless
steel
,
softly
lustrous
and
bluish
in
the
sun
.
Above
it
,
cut
in
the
granite
,
as
the
only
feature
of
the
building
’
s
rectangular
austerity
,
there
stood
an
inscription
:
I
SWEAR
BY
MY
LIFE
AND
MY
LOVE
OF
IT
THAT
I
WILL
NEVER
LIVE
FOR
THE
SAKE
OF
ANOTHER
MAN
,
NOR
ASK
ANOTHER
MAN
TO
LIVE
FOR
MINE
.
