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He
quit
his
job
,
next
morning
.
Through
the
frozen
nights
,
over
dying
cities
,
knocking
in
vain
at
unanswering
windows
,
beating
on
unechoing
walls
,
rising
above
the
roofs
of
lightless
buildings
and
the
skeletal
girders
of
ruins
,
the
plea
went
on
crying
through
space
,
crying
to
the
stationary
motion
of
the
stars
,
to
the
heatless
fire
of
their
twinkling
:
"
Can
you
hear
us
,
John
Galt
?
Can
you
hear
us
?
"
"
Miss
Taggart
,
we
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
,
"
said
Mr
.
Thompson
;
he
had
summoned
her
to
a
personal
conference
on
one
of
his
scurrying
trips
to
New
York
.
"
We
’
re
ready
to
give
in
,
to
meet
his
terms
,
to
let
him
take
over
—
but
where
is
he
?
"
"
For
the
third
time
,
"
she
said
,
her
face
and
voice
shut
tight
against
any
fissure
of
emotion
,
"
I
do
not
know
where
he
is
.
What
made
you
think
I
did
?
"
"
Well
,
I
didn
’
t
know
,
I
had
to
try
.
.
.
I
thought
,
just
in
case
.
.
.
I
thought
,
maybe
if
you
had
a
way
to
reach
him
—
"
"
I
haven
’
t
.
"
"
You
see
,
we
can
’
t
announce
,
not
even
by
short
-
wave
radio
,
that
we
’
re
willing
to
surrender
altogether
.
People
might
hear
it
.
But
if
you
had
some
way
to
reach
him
,
to
let
him
know
that
we
’
re
ready
to
give
in
,
to
scrap
our
policies
,
to
do
anything
he
tells
us
to
—
"
"
I
said
I
haven
’
t
.
"
