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When
the
workers
of
a
factory
beat
up
their
foreman
and
wrecked
the
machinery
in
a
fit
of
despair
—
no
action
could
be
taken
against
them
.
Arrests
were
futile
,
the
jails
were
full
,
the
arresting
officers
winked
at
their
prisoners
and
let
them
escape
on
their
way
to
prison
—
men
were
going
through
the
motions
prescribed
for
the
moment
,
with
no
thought
of
the
moment
to
follow
.
No
action
could
be
taken
when
mobs
of
starving
people
attacked
warehouses
on
the
outskirts
of
cities
.
No
action
could
be
taken
when
punitive
squadrons
joined
the
people
they
had
been
sent
to
punish
.
"
Are
you
listening
,
John
Galt
?
.
.
.
We
wish
to
negotiate
.
We
might
meet
your
terms
.
.
.
Are
you
listening
?
"
There
were
whispered
rumors
of
covered
wagons
traveling
by
night
through
abandoned
trails
,
and
of
secret
settlements
armed
to
resist
the
attacks
of
those
whom
they
called
the
"
Indians
"
—
the
attacks
of
any
looting
savages
,
be
they
homeless
mobs
or
government
agents
.
Lights
were
seen
,
once
in
a
while
,
on
the
distant
horizon
of
a
prairie
,
in
the
hills
,
on
the
ledges
of
mountains
,
where
no
buildings
had
been
known
to
exist
.
But
no
soldiers
could
be
persuaded
to
investigate
the
sources
of
those
lights
.
On
the
doors
of
abandoned
houses
,
on
the
gates
of
crumbling
factories
,
on
the
walls
of
government
buildings
,
there
appeared
,
once
in
a
while
,
traced
in
chalk
,
in
paint
,
in
blood
,
the
curving
mark
which
was
the
sign
of
the
dollar
.
"
Can
you
hear
us
,
John
Galt
?
.
.
.
Send
us
word
.
Name
your
terms
.
We
will
meet
any
terms
you
set
.
Can
you
hear
us
?
"
There
was
no
answer
.
The
shaft
of
red
smoke
that
shot
to
the
sky
on
the
night
of
January
22
and
stood
abnormally
still
for
a
while
,
like
a
solemn
memorial
obelisk
,
then
wavered
and
swept
back
and
forth
across
the
sky
,
like
a
searchlight
sending
some
undecipherable
message
,
then
went
out
as
abruptly
as
it
had
come
,
marked
the
end
of
Rearden
Steel
—
but
the
inhabitants
of
the
area
did
not
know
it
.
They
learned
it
only
on
subsequent
nights
,
when
they
—
who
had
cursed
the
mills
for
the
smoke
,
the
fumes
,
the
soot
and
the
noise
—
looked
out
and
,
instead
of
the
glow
pulsating
with
life
on
their
familiar
horizon
,
they
saw
a
black
void
.
