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"
Give
up
?
"
he
repeated
blankly
.
"
You
’
re
through
.
Don
’
t
you
see
that
you
’
re
through
?
What
else
do
you
need
,
after
what
you
’
ve
heard
?
Give
up
and
get
out
of
the
way
.
Leave
men
free
to
exist
.
"
He
was
looking
at
her
,
neither
objecting
nor
moving
.
"
You
’
re
still
alive
,
you
’
re
using
a
human
language
,
you
’
re
asking
for
answers
,
you
’
re
counting
on
reason
—
you
’
re
still
counting
on
reason
,
God
damn
you
!
You
’
re
able
to
understand
.
It
isn
’
t
possible
that
you
haven
’
t
understood
.
There
’
s
nothing
you
can
now
pretend
to
hope
,
to
want
or
gain
or
grab
or
reach
.
There
’
s
nothing
but
destruction
ahead
,
the
world
’
s
and
your
own
.
Give
up
and
get
out
.
"
They
were
listening
intently
,
but
as
if
they
did
not
hear
her
words
,
as
if
they
were
clinging
blindly
to
a
quality
she
was
alone
among
them
to
possess
:
the
quality
of
being
alive
.
There
was
a
sound
of
exultant
laughter
under
the
angry
violence
of
her
voice
,
her
face
was
lifted
,
her
eyes
seemed
to
be
greeting
some
spectacle
at
an
incalculable
distance
,
so
that
the
glowing
patch
on
her
forehead
did
not
look
like
the
reflection
of
a
studio
spotlight
,
but
of
a
sunrise
.
"
You
wish
to
live
,
don
’
t
you
?
Get
out
of
the
way
,
if
you
want
a
chance
.
Let
those
who
can
,
take
over
.
He
knows
what
to
do
.
You
don
’
t
.
He
is
able
to
create
the
means
of
human
survival
.
You
aren
’
t
.
"
"
Don
’
t
listen
to
her
!
"
It
was
so
savage
a
cry
of
hatred
that
they
drew
away
from
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
,
as
if
he
had
given
voice
to
the
unconfessed
within
them
.
His
face
looked
as
they
feared
theirs
would
look
in
the
privacy
of
darkness
.
"
Don
’
t
listen
to
her
!
"
he
cried
,
his
eyes
avoiding
hers
,
while
hers
paused
on
him
for
a
brief
,
level
glance
that
began
as
a
shock
of
astonishment
and
ended
as
an
obituary
.
"
It
’
s
your
life
or
his
!
"
"
Keep
quiet
,
Professor
,
"
said
Mr
.
Thompson
,
brushing
him
off
with
the
jerk
of
one
hand
.
Mr
.
Thompson
’
s
eyes
were
watching
Dagny
,
as
if
some
thought
were
struggling
to
take
shape
inside
his
skull
.
