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"
How
come
?
"
"
Well
,
I
’
d
waited
a
year
for
it
,
hanging
around
Colorado
just
to
get
that
job
.
They
had
a
waiting
list
too
,
the
Hammond
Car
Company
,
only
they
didn
’
t
go
by
friendships
and
they
didn
’
t
go
by
seniority
,
they
went
by
a
man
’
s
record
.
I
had
a
good
record
.
But
it
was
just
two
weeks
after
I
got
the
job
that
Lawrence
Hammond
quit
.
He
quit
and
disappeared
.
They
closed
the
plant
.
Afterwards
,
there
was
a
citizens
’
committee
that
reopened
it
.
I
got
called
back
.
But
five
days
was
all
it
lasted
.
They
started
layoffs
just
about
at
once
.
By
seniority
.
So
I
had
to
go
.
I
heard
they
lasted
for
about
three
months
,
the
citizens
’
committee
.
Then
they
had
to
close
the
plant
for
good
.
"
"
Where
did
you
work
before
that
?
"
"
Just
about
in
every
Eastern
state
,
ma
’
am
.
But
it
was
never
more
than
a
month
or
two
.
The
plants
kept
closing
.
"
"
Did
that
happen
on
every
job
you
’
ve
held
?
"
He
glanced
at
her
,
as
if
he
understood
her
question
.
"
No
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
answered
and
,
for
the
first
time
,
she
caught
a
faint
echo
of
pride
in
his
voice
.
"
The
first
job
I
had
,
I
held
it
for
twenty
years
.
Not
the
same
job
,
but
the
same
place
,
I
mean
—
I
got
to
be
shop
foreman
.
That
was
twelve
years
ago
.
Then
the
owner
of
the
plant
died
,
and
the
heirs
who
took
it
over
,
ran
it
into
the
ground
.
Times
were
bad
then
,
but
it
was
since
then
that
things
started
going
to
pieces
everywhere
faster
and
faster
.
Since
then
,
it
seems
like
anywhere
I
turned
—
the
place
cracked
and
went
.
At
first
,
we
thought
it
was
only
one
state
or
another
.
A
lot
of
us
thought
that
Colorado
would
last
.
But
it
went
,
too
.
Anything
you
tried
,
anything
you
touched
—
it
fell
.
Anywhere
you
looked
,
work
was
stopping
—
the
factories
were
stopping
—
the
machines
were
stopping
—
"
he
added
slowly
,
in
a
whisper
,
as
if
seeing
some
secret
terror
of
his
own
,
"
the
motors
.
.
.
were
.
.
.
stopping
.
"
His
voice
rose
:
"
Oh
God
,
who
is
—
"
and
broke
off
.
"
—
John
Galt
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
and
shook
his
head
as
if
to
dispel
some
vision
,
"
only
I
don
’
t
like
to
say
that
.
"
