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"
He
took
her
hands
and
pressed
them
to
his
lips
and
held
them
,
not
moving
,
not
as
a
kiss
,
but
as
a
long
moment
of
rest
—
as
if
the
effort
of
speech
were
a
distraction
from
the
fact
of
her
presence
,
and
as
if
he
were
torn
by
too
many
things
to
say
,
by
the
pressure
of
all
the
words
stored
in
the
silence
of
years
.
"
The
women
I
chased
—
you
didn
’
t
believe
that
,
did
you
?
I
’
ve
never
touched
one
of
them
—
but
I
think
you
knew
it
,
I
think
you
’
ve
known
it
all
along
.
The
playboy
—
it
was
a
part
that
I
had
to
play
in
order
not
to
let
the
looters
suspect
me
while
I
was
destroying
d
’
Anconia
Copper
in
plain
sight
of
the
whole
world
.
That
’
s
the
joker
in
their
system
,
they
’
re
out
to
fight
any
man
of
honor
and
ambition
,
but
let
them
see
a
worthless
rotter
and
they
think
he
’
s
a
friend
,
they
think
he
’
s
safe
—
safe
!
—
that
’
s
their
view
of
life
,
but
are
they
learning
!
—
are
they
learning
whether
evil
is
safe
and
incompetence
practical
!
.
.
.
Dagny
,
it
was
the
night
when
I
knew
,
for
the
first
time
,
that
I
loved
you
—
it
was
then
that
I
knew
I
had
to
go
.
It
was
when
you
entered
my
hotel
room
,
that
night
,
when
I
saw
what
you
looked
like
,
what
you
were
,
what
you
meant
to
me
—
and
what
awaited
you
in
the
future
.
Had
you
been
less
,
you
might
have
stopped
me
for
a
while
.
But
it
was
you
,
you
who
were
the
final
argument
that
made
me
leave
you
.
I
asked
for
your
help
,
that
night
—
against
John
Galt
.
But
I
knew
that
you
were
his
best
weapon
against
me
,
though
neither
you
nor
he
could
know
it
.
You
were
everything
that
he
was
seeking
,
everything
he
told
us
to
live
for
or
die
,
if
necessary
.
.
.
I
was
ready
for
him
,
when
he
called
me
suddenly
to
come
to
New
York
,
that
spring
.
I
had
not
heard
from
him
for
some
time
.
He
was
fighting
the
same
problem
I
was
.
He
solved
it
.
.
.
.
Do
you
remember
?
It
was
the
time
when
you
did
not
hear
from
me
for
three
years
.
Dagny
,
when
I
took
over
my
father
’
s
business
,
when
I
began
to
deal
with
the
whole
industrial
system
of
the
world
,
it
was
then
that
I
began
to
see
the
nature
of
the
evil
I
had
suspected
,
but
thought
too
monstrous
to
believe
.
I
saw
the
tax
-
collecting
vermin
that
had
grown
for
centuries
like
mildew
on
d
’
Anconia
Copper
,
draining
us
by
no
right
that
anyone
could
name
—
I
saw
the
government
regulations
passed
to
cripple
me
,
because
I
was
successful
,
and
to
help
my
competitors
,
because
they
were
loafing
failures
—
I
saw
the
labor
unions
who
won
every
claim
against
me
,
by
reason
of
my
ability
to
make
their
livelihood
possible
—
I
saw
that
any
man
’
s
desire
for
money
he
could
not
earn
was
regarded
as
a
righteous
wish
,
but
if
he
earned
it
,
it
was
damned
as
greed
—
I
saw
the
politicians
who
winked
at
me
,
telling
me
not
to
worry
,
because
I
could
just
work
a
little
harder
and
outsmart
them
all
.
I
looked
past
the
profits
of
the
moment
,
and
I
saw
that
the
harder
I
worked
,
the
more
I
tightened
the
noose
around
my
throat
,
I
saw
that
my
energy
was
being
poured
down
a
sewer
,
that
the
parasites
who
fed
on
me
were
being
fed
upon
in
their
turn
,
that
they
were
caught
in
their
own
trap
—
and
that
there
was
no
reason
for
it
,
no
answer
known
to
anyone
,
that
the
sewer
pipes
of
the
world
,
draining
its
productive
blood
,
led
into
some
dank
fog
nobody
had
dared
to
pierce
,
while
people
merely
shrugged
and
said
that
life
on
earth
could
be
nothing
but
evil
.
And
then
I
saw
that
the
whole
industrial
establishment
of
the
world
,
with
all
of
its
magnificent
machinery
,
its
thousand
-
ton
furnaces
,
its
transatlantic
cables
,
its
mahogany
offices
,
its
stock
exchanges
,
its
blazing
electric
signs
,
its
power
,
its
wealth
—
all
of
it
was
run
,
not
by
bankers
and
boards
of
directors
,
but
by
any
unshaved
humanitarian
in
any
basement
beer
joint
,
by
any
face
pudgy
with
malice
,
who
preached
that
virtue
must
be
penalized
for
being
virtue
,
that
the
purpose
of
ability
is
to
serve
incompetence
,
that
man
has
no
right
to
exist
except
for
the
sake
of
others
.
.
.
I
knew
it
.
I
saw
no
way
to
fight
it
.
John
found
the
way
.
There
were
just
the
two
of
us
with
him
,
the
night
when
we
came
to
New
York
in
answer
to
his
call
,
Ragnar
and
I
.
He
told
us
what
we
had
to
do
and
what
sort
of
men
we
had
to
reach
.
He
had
quit
the
Twentieth
Century
.
He
was
living
in
a
garret
in
a
slum
neighborhood
.
He
stepped
to
the
window
and
pointed
at
the
skyscrapers
of
the
city
.
He
said
that
we
had
to
extinguish
the
lights
of
the
world
,
and
when
we
would
see
the
lights
of
New
York
go
out
,
we
would
know
that
our
job
was
done
.
He
did
not
ask
us
to
join
him
at
once
.
He
told
us
to
think
it
over
and
to
weigh
everything
it
would
do
to
our
lives
.
I
gave
him
my
answer
on
the
morning
of
the
second
day
,
and
Ragnar
a
few
hours
later
,
in
the
afternoon
.
.
.
Dagny
,
that
was
the
morning
after
our
last
night
together
.
I
had
seen
,
in
a
manner
of
vision
that
I
couldn
’
t
escape
,
what
it
was
that
I
had
to
fight
for
.
It
was
for
the
way
you
looked
that
night
,
for
the
way
you
talked
about
your
railroad
—
for
the
way
you
had
looked
when
we
tried
to
see
the
skyline
of
New
York
from
the
top
of
a
rock
over
the
Hudson
—
I
had
to
save
you
,
to
clear
the
way
for
you
,
to
let
you
find
your
city
—
not
to
let
you
stumble
the
years
of
your
life
away
,
struggling
on
through
a
poisoned
fog
,
with
your
eyes
still
held
straight
ahead
,
still
looking
as
they
had
looked
in
the
sunlight
,
struggling
on
to
find
,
at
the
end
of
your
road
,
not
the
towers
of
a
city
,
but
a
fat
,
soggy
,
mindless
cripple
performing
his
enjoyment
of
life
by
means
of
swallowing
the
gin
your
life
had
gone
to
pay
for
!
You
—
to
know
no
joy
in
order
that
he
may
know
it
?
You
—
to
serve
as
fodder
for
the
pleasure
of
others
?
You
—
as
the
means
for
the
subhuman
as
the
end
?
Dagny
,
that
was
what
I
saw
and
that
was
what
I
couldn
’
t
let
them
do
to
you
!
Not
to
you
,
not
to
any
child
who
had
your
kind
of
look
when
he
faced
the
future
,
not
to
any
man
who
had
your
spirit
and
was
able
to
experience
a
moment
of
being
proudly
,
guiltlessly
,
confidently
,
joyously
alive
.
That
was
my
love
,
that
state
of
the
human
spirit
,
and
I
left
you
to
fight
for
it
,
and
I
knew
that
if
I
were
to
lose
you
,
it
was
still
you
that
I
would
be
winning
with
every
year
of
the
battle
.
But
you
see
it
now
,
don
’
t
you
?
You
’
ve
seen
this
valley
.
It
’
s
the
place
we
set
out
to
reach
when
we
were
children
,
you
and
I
.
We
’
ve
reached
it
.
What
else
can
I
ask
for
now
?
Just
to
see
you
here
—
did
John
say
you
’
re
still
a
scab
?
—
oh
well
,
it
’
s
only
a
matter
of
tune
,
but
you
’
ll
be
one
of
us
,
because
you
’
ve
always
been
,
if
you
don
’
t
see
it
fully
,
we
’
ll
wait
,
I
don
’
t
care
—
so
long
as
you
’
re
alive
,
so
long
as
I
don
’
t
have
to
go
on
flying
over
the
Rockies
,
looking
for
the
wreckage
of
your
plane
!
"
