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One
could
tell
the
members
of
the
conference
when
they
began
filing
out
,
by
their
clothes
and
their
manner
—
ostentatiously
prosperous
clothes
and
a
manner
of
overbearing
timidity
,
as
if
they
were
guiltily
trying
to
pretend
that
they
were
what
they
appeared
to
be
for
that
moment
.
There
were
chauffeurs
driving
up
their
cars
,
there
were
a
few
reporters
delaying
them
for
questions
and
hangers
-
on
trying
to
catch
a
word
from
them
.
They
were
worn
men
,
those
industrialists
,
aging
,
flabby
,
frantic
with
the
effort
to
disguise
uncertainty
.
And
then
I
saw
him
.
He
wore
an
expensive
trenchcoat
and
a
hat
slanting
across
his
eyes
.
He
walked
swiftly
,
with
the
kind
of
assurance
that
has
to
be
earned
,
as
he
’
d
earned
it
.
Some
of
his
fellow
industrialists
pounced
on
him
with
questions
,
and
those
tycoons
were
acting
like
hangers
-
on
around
him
.
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
him
as
he
stood
with
his
hand
on
the
door
of
his
car
,
his
head
lifted
,
I
saw
the
brief
flare
of
a
smile
under
the
slanting
brim
,
a
confident
smile
,
impatient
and
a
little
amused
.
And
then
,
for
one
instant
,
I
did
what
I
had
never
done
before
,
what
most
men
wreck
their
lives
on
doing
—
I
saw
that
moment
out
of
context
,
I
saw
the
world
as
he
made
it
look
,
as
if
it
matched
him
,
as
if
he
were
its
symbol
—
I
saw
a
world
of
achievement
,
of
unenslaved
energy
,
of
unobstructed
drive
through
purposeful
years
to
the
enjoyment
of
one
’
s
reward
—
I
saw
,
as
I
stood
in
the
rain
in
a
crowd
of
vagrants
,
what
my
years
would
have
brought
me
,
if
that
world
had
existed
,
and
I
felt
a
desperate
longing
—
he
was
the
image
of
everything
I
should
have
been
.
.
.
and
he
had
everything
that
should
have
been
mine
.
.
.
But
it
was
only
a
moment
.
Then
I
saw
the
scene
in
full
context
again
and
in
all
of
its
actual
meaning
—
I
saw
what
price
he
was
paying
for
his
brilliant
ability
,
what
torture
he
was
enduring
in
silent
bewilderment
,
struggling
to
understand
what
I
had
understood
—
I
saw
that
the
world
he
suggested
,
did
not
exist
and
was
yet
to
be
made
,
I
saw
him
again
for
what
he
was
,
the
symbol
of
my
battle
,
the
unrewarded
hero
whom
I
was
to
avenge
and
to
release
—
and
then
.
.
.
then
I
accepted
what
I
had
learned
about
you
and
him
.
I
saw
that
it
changed
nothing
,
that
I
should
have
expected
it
—
that
it
was
right
.
"
He
heard
the
faint
sound
of
her
moan
and
he
chuckled
softly
.
"
Dagny
,
it
’
s
not
that
I
don
’
t
suffer
,
it
’
s
that
I
know
the
unimportance
of
suffering
,
I
know
that
pain
is
to
be
fought
and
thrown
aside
,
not
to
be
accepted
as
part
of
one
’
s
soul
and
as
a
permanent
scar
across
one
’
s
view
of
existence
.
Don
’
t
feel
sorry
for
me
.
It
was
gone
right
then
.
"
She
turned
her
head
to
look
at
him
in
silence
,
and
he
smiled
,
lifting
himself
on
an
elbow
to
look
down
at
her
face
as
she
lay
helplessly
still
.
She
whispered
,
"
You
’
ve
been
a
track
laborer
,
here
—
here
!
—
for
twelve
years
.
.
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Ever
since
—
"
"
Ever
since
I
quit
the
Twentieth
Century
.
"
