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if
you
stopped
living
for
your
own
enjoyment
,
stopped
thinking
of
yourself
and
found
some
higher
—
"
Then
the
girl
screamed
—
and
the
scream
went
beating
against
the
blank
walls
of
the
street
as
in
a
chamber
of
torture
,
an
animal
scream
of
terror
.
She
tore
her
arm
loose
and
sprang
back
,
then
screamed
in
articulate
sounds
:
"
No
!
No
!
Not
your
kind
of
world
!
"
Then
she
ran
,
ran
by
the
sudden
propulsion
of
a
burst
of
power
,
the
power
of
a
creature
running
for
its
life
,
she
ran
straight
down
the
street
that
ended
at
the
river
—
and
in
a
single
streak
of
speed
,
with
no
break
,
no
moment
of
doubt
,
with
full
consciousness
of
acting
in
self
-
preservation
,
she
kept
running
till
the
parapet
barred
her
way
and
,
not
stopping
,
went
over
into
space
.
On
the
morning
of
September
2
,
a
copper
wire
broke
in
California
,
between
two
telephone
poles
by
the
track
of
the
Pacific
branch
line
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
A
slow
,
thin
rain
had
been
falling
since
midnight
,
and
there
had
been
no
sunrise
,
only
a
gray
light
seeping
through
a
soggy
sky
—
and
the
brilliant
raindrops
hanging
on
the
telephone
wires
had
been
the
only
sparks
glittering
against
the
chalk
of
the
clouds
,
the
lead
of
the
ocean
and
the
steel
of
the
oil
derricks
descending
as
lone
bristles
down
a
desolate
hillside
.
The
wires
had
been
worn
by
more
rains
and
years
than
they
had
been
intended
to
carry
;
one
of
them
had
kept
sagging
,
through
the
hours
of
that
morning
,
under
the
fragile
load
of
raindrops
;
then
its
one
last
drop
had
grown
on
the
wire
’
s
curve
and
had
hung
like
a
crystal
bead
,
gathering
the
weight
of
many
seconds
;
the
bead
and
the
wire
had
given
up
together
and
,
as
soundless
as
the
fall
of
tears
,
the
wire
had
broken
and
fallen
with
the
fall
of
the
bead
.
The
men
at
the
Division
Headquarters
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
avoided
looking
at
one
another
,
when
the
break
of
the
telephone
line
was
discovered
and
reported
.
They
made
statements
painfully
miscalculated
to
seem
to
refer
to
the
problem
,
yet
to
state
nothing
,
none
fooling
the
others
.
They
knew
that
copper
wire
was
a
vanishing
commodity
,
more
precious
than
gold
or
honor
;
they
knew
that
the
division
storekeeper
had
sold
their
stock
of
wire
weeks
ago
,
to
unknown
dealers
who
came
by
night
and
were
not
businessmen
in
the
daytime
,
but
only
men
who
had
friends
in
Sacramento
and
in
Washington
—
just
as
the
storekeeper
,
recently
appointed
to
the
division
,
had
a
friend
in
New
York
,
named
Cuffy
Meigs
,
about
whom
one
asked
no
questions
.
They
knew
that
the
man
who
would
now
assume
the
responsibility
of
ordering
repairs
and
initiating
the
action
which
would
lead
to
the
discovery
that
the
repairs
could
not
be
made
,
would
incur
retaliation
from
unknown
enemies
,
that
his
fellow
workers
would
become
mysteriously
silent
and
would
not
testify
to
help
him
,
that
he
would
prove
nothing
,
and
if
he
attempted
to
do
his
job
,
it
would
not
be
his
any
longer
.
They
did
not
know
what
was
safe
or
dangerous
these
days
,
when
the
guilty
were
not
punished
,
but
the
accusers
were
;
and
,
like
animals
,
they
knew
that
immobility
was
the
only
protection
when
in
doubt
and
in
danger
.
They
remained
immobile
;
they
spoke
about
the
appropriate
procedure
of
sending
reports
to
the
appropriate
authorities
on
the
appropriate
dates
.
A
young
roadmaster
walked
out
of
the
room
and
out
of
the
headquarters
building
to
the
safety
of
a
telephone
booth
in
a
drugstore
and
,
at
his
own
expense
,
ignoring
the
continent
and
the
tiers
of
appropriate
executives
between
,
he
telephoned
Dagny
Taggart
in
New
York
.
She
received
the
call
in
her
brother
’
s
office
,
interrupting
an
emergency
conference
.
The
young
roadmaster
told
her
only
that
the
telephone
line
was
broken
and
that
there
was
no
wire
to
repair
it
;
he
said
nothing
else
and
he
did
not
explain
why
he
had
found
it
necessary
to
call
her
in
person
.
She
did
not
question
him
;
she
understood
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
was
all
that
she
answered
.
An
emergency
file
in
her
office
kept
a
record
of
all
the
crucial
materials
still
on
hand
,
on
every
division
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
