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Both
had
the
radiance
of
engineering
—
she
thought
,
when
she
sat
among
rows
of
benches
under
the
open
sky
,
watching
Kay
Ludlow
on
the
stage
.
It
was
an
experience
she
had
not
known
since
childhood
—
the
experience
of
being
held
for
three
hours
by
a
play
that
told
a
story
she
had
not
seen
before
,
in
lines
she
had
not
heard
,
uttering
a
theme
that
had
not
been
picked
from
the
hand
-
me
-
downs
of
the
centuries
.
It
was
the
forgotten
delight
of
being
held
in
rapt
attention
by
the
reins
of
the
ingenious
,
the
unexpected
,
the
logical
,
the
purposeful
,
the
new
—
and
of
seeing
it
embodied
in
a
performance
of
superlative
artistry
by
a
woman
playing
a
character
whose
beauty
of
spirit
matched
her
own
physical
perfection
.
"
That
’
s
why
I
’
m
here
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
said
Kay
Ludlow
,
smiling
in
answer
to
her
comment
,
after
the
performance
.
"
Whatever
quality
of
human
greatness
I
have
the
talent
to
portray
—
that
was
the
quality
the
outer
world
sought
to
degrade
.
They
let
me
play
nothing
but
symbols
of
depravity
,
nothing
but
harlots
,
dissipation
-
chasers
and
home
-
wreckers
,
always
to
be
beaten
at
the
end
by
the
little
girl
next
door
,
personifying
the
virtue
of
mediocrity
.
They
used
my
talent
—
for
the
defamation
of
itself
.
That
was
why
I
quit
.
"
Not
since
childhood
,
thought
Dagny
,
had
she
felt
that
sense
of
exhilaration
after
witnessing
the
performance
of
a
play
—
the
sense
that
life
held
things
worth
reaching
,
not
the
sense
of
having
studied
some
aspect
of
a
sewer
there
had
been
no
reason
to
see
.
As
the
audience
filed
away
into
the
darkness
from
the
lighted
rows
of
benches
,
she
noticed
Ellis
Wyatt
,
Judge
Narragansett
,
Ken
Danagger
,
men
who
had
once
been
said
to
despise
all
forms
of
art
.
The
last
image
she
caught
,
that
evening
,
was
the
sight
of
two
tall
,
straight
,
slender
figures
walking
away
together
down
a
trail
among
the
rocks
,
with
the
beam
of
a
spotlight
flashing
once
on
the
gold
of
their
hair
.
They
were
Kay
Ludlow
and
Ragnar
Danneskjold
—
and
she
wondered
whether
she
could
bear
to
return
to
a
world
where
these
were
the
two
doomed
to
destruction
.
The
recaptured
sense
of
her
own
childhood
kept
coming
back
to
her
whenever
she
met
the
two
sons
of
the
young
woman
who
owned
the
bakery
shop
.
She
often
saw
them
wandering
down
the
trails
of
the
valley
—
two
fearless
beings
,
aged
seven
and
four
.
They
seemed
to
face
life
as
she
had
faced
it
.
They
did
not
have
the
look
she
had
seen
in
the
children
of
the
outer
world
—
a
look
of
fear
,
half
-
secretive
,
half
sneering
,
the
look
of
a
child
’
s
defense
against
an
adult
,
the
look
of
a
being
in
the
process
of
discovering
that
he
is
hearing
lies
and
of
learning
to
feel
hatred
.
The
two
boys
had
the
open
,
joyous
,
friendly
confidence
of
kittens
who
do
not
expect
to
get
hurt
,
they
had
an
innocently
natural
,
non
-
boastful
sense
of
their
own
value
and
as
innocent
a
trust
in
any
stranger
’
s
ability
to
recognize
it
,
they
had
the
eager
curiosity
that
would
venture
anywhere
with
the
certainty
that
life
held
nothing
unworthy
of
or
closed
to
discovery
,
and
they
looked
as
if
,
should
they
encounter
malevolence
,
they
would
reject
it
contemptuously
,
not
as
dangerous
,
but
as
stupid
,
they
would
not
accept
it
in
bruised
resignation
as
the
law
of
existence
.
"
They
represent
my
particular
career
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
said
the
young
mother
in
answer
to
her
comment
,
wrapping
a
loaf
of
fresh
bread
and
smiling
at
her
across
the
counter
.
"
They
’
re
the
profession
I
’
ve
chosen
to
practice
,
which
,
in
spite
of
all
the
guff
about
motherhood
,
one
can
’
t
practice
successfully
in
the
outer
world
.
I
believe
you
’
ve
met
my
husband
,
he
’
s
the
teacher
of
economics
who
works
as
linesman
for
Dick
McNamara
.
You
know
,
of
course
,
that
there
can
be
no
collective
commitments
in
this
valley
and
that
families
or
relatives
are
not
allowed
to
come
here
,
unless
each
person
takes
the
striker
’
s
oath
by
his
own
independent
conviction
.
I
came
here
,
not
merely
for
the
sake
of
my
husband
’
s
profession
,
but
for
the
sake
of
my
own
.
I
came
here
in
order
to
bring
up
my
sons
as
human
beings
.
I
would
not
surrender
them
to
the
educational
systems
devised
to
stunt
a
child
’
s
brain
,
to
convince
him
that
reason
is
impotent
,
that
existence
is
an
irrational
chaos
with
which
he
’
s
unable
to
deal
,
and
thus
reduce
him
to
a
state
of
chronic
terror
.
You
marvel
at
the
difference
between
my
children
and
those
outside
,
Miss
Taggart
?
Yet
the
cause
is
so
simple
.
The
cause
is
that
here
,
in
Galt
’
s
Gulch
,
there
’
s
no
person
who
would
not
consider
it
monstrous
ever
to
confront
a
child
with
the
slightest
suggestion
of
the
irrational
.
"
She
thought
of
the
teachers
whom
the
schools
of
the
world
had
lost
—
when
she
looked
at
the
three
pupils
of
Dr
.
Akston
,
on
the
evening
of
their
yearly
reunion
.
