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Flung
from
side
to
side
,
like
a
battered
pendulum
,
clinging
to
the
wheel
,
half
in
her
seat
,
half
on
her
knees
,
she
fought
to
pull
the
ship
into
a
glide
,
for
an
attempt
to
make
a
belly
-
landing
,
while
the
green
ground
was
whirling
about
her
,
sweeping
above
her
,
then
below
,
its
spiral
coils
coming
closer
.
Her
arms
pulling
at
the
wheel
,
with
no
chance
to
know
whether
she
could
succeed
,
with
her
space
and
time
running
out
—
she
felt
,
in
a
flash
of
its
full
,
violent
purity
,
that
special
sense
of
existence
which
had
always
been
hers
.
In
a
moment
’
s
consecration
to
her
love
—
to
her
rebellious
denial
of
disaster
,
to
her
love
of
life
and
of
the
matchless
value
that
was
herself
—
she
felt
the
fiercely
proud
certainty
that
she
would
survive
And
in
answer
to
the
earth
that
flew
to
meet
her
,
she
heard
in
her
mind
,
as
her
mockery
at
fate
,
as
her
cry
of
defiance
,
the
words
of
the
sentence
she
hated
—
the
words
of
defeat
,
of
despair
and
of
a
plea
for
help
:
"
Oh
hell
!
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
There
was
still
an
element
of
wonder
in
the
numbed
indifference
of
her
mind
:
Jim
had
always
managed
to
switch
the
weight
of
his
failures
upon
the
strongest
plants
around
him
and
to
survive
by
destroying
them
to
pay
for
his
errors
,
as
he
had
done
with
Dan
Conway
,
as
he
had
done
with
the
industries
of
Colorado
;
but
this
did
not
have
even
the
rationality
of
a
looter
—
this
pouncing
upon
the
drained
carcass
of
a
weaker
,
a
half
bankrupt
competitor
for
a
moment
’
s
delay
,
with
nothing
but
a
cracking
bone
between
the
pouncer
and
the
abyss
.
The
impulse
of
the
habit
of
reason
almost
pushed
her
to
speak
,
to
argue
,
to
demonstrate
the
self
-
evident
—
but
she
looked
at
their
faces
and
she
saw
that
they
knew
it
.
In
some
terms
different
from
hers
,
in
some
inconceivable
manner
of
consciousness
,
they
knew
all
that
she
could
tell
them
,
it
was
useless
to
prove
to
them
the
irrational
horror
of
their
course
and
of
its
consequences
,
both
Meigs
and
Taggart
knew
it
—
and
the
secret
of
their
consciousness
was
the
means
by
which
they
escaped
the
finality
of
their
knowledge
.
"
I
see
,
"
she
said
quietly
.
"
Well
,
what
would
you
rather
have
had
me
do
?
"
screamed
Taggart
.
"
Give
up
our
transcontinental
traffic
?
Go
bankrupt
?
Turn
the
railroad
into
a
miserable
East
Coast
local
?
"
Her
two
words
seemed
to
have
hit
him
worse
than
any
indignant
objection
;
he
seemed
to
be
shaking
with
terror
at
that
which
the
quiet
"
I
see
"
had
acknowledged
seeing
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
!
We
had
to
have
a
transcontinental
track
!
There
was
no
way
to
get
around
the
tunnel
!
We
had
no
money
to
pay
for
any
extra
costs
!
Something
had
to
be
done
!
We
had
to
have
a
track
!
"
Meigs
was
looking
at
him
with
a
glance
of
part
astonishment
,
part
disgust
,
"
I
am
not
arguing
,
Jim
,
"
she
said
dryly
.
"
We
couldn
’
t
permit
a
railroad
like
Taggart
Transcontinental
to
crash
!
It
would
have
been
a
national
catastrophe
!
We
had
to
think
of
all
the
cities
and
industries
and
shippers
and
passengers
and
employees
and
stockholders
whose
lives
depend
on
us
!
It
wasn
’
t
just
for
ourselves
,
it
was
for
the
public
welfare
!
Everybody
agrees
that
the
Railroad
Unification
Plan
is
practical
!
The
best
-
informed
—
"
"
Jim
,
"
she
said
,
"
if
you
have
any
further
business
to
discuss
with
me
—
discuss
it
.
"
"
You
’
ve
never
considered
the
social
angle
of
anything
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
sullen
,
retreating
voice
.
