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The
crash
of
sound
—
the
screeching
crash
of
ripped
metal
and
of
pressures
colliding
on
conflicting
circuits
,
the
sound
of
a
monster
turning
upon
itself
—
was
heard
only
inside
the
structure
.
No
sound
was
heard
outside
.
Outside
,
the
structure
merely
rose
into
the
air
,
suddenly
and
silently
,
cracked
open
into
a
few
large
pieces
,
shot
some
hissing
streaks
of
blue
light
to
the
sky
and
came
down
as
a
pile
of
rubble
.
Within
the
circle
of
a
radius
of
a
hundred
miles
,
enclosing
parts
of
four
states
,
telegraph
poles
fell
like
matchsticks
,
farmhouses
collapsed
into
chips
,
city
buildings
went
down
as
if
slashed
and
minced
by
a
single
second
’
s
blow
,
with
no
time
for
a
sound
to
be
heard
by
the
twisted
bodies
of
the
victims
—
and
,
on
the
circle
’
s
periphery
,
halfway
across
the
Mississippi
,
the
engine
and
the
first
six
cars
of
a
passenger
train
flew
as
a
shower
of
metal
into
the
water
of
the
river
,
along
with
the
western
spans
of
the
Taggart
Bridge
,
cut
in
half
.
On
the
site
of
what
had
once
been
Project
X
,
nothing
remained
alive
among
the
ruins
—
except
,
for
some
endless
minutes
longer
,
a
huddle
of
torn
flesh
and
screaming
pain
that
had
once
been
a
great
mind
.
There
was
a
sense
of
weightless
freedom
—
thought
Dagny
—
in
the
feeling
that
a
telephone
booth
was
her
only
immediate
,
absolute
goal
,
with
no
concern
for
any
of
the
goals
of
the
passers
-
by
in
the
streets
around
her
.
It
did
not
make
her
feel
estranged
from
the
city
:
it
made
her
feel
,
for
the
first
time
,
that
she
owned
the
city
and
that
she
loved
it
,
that
she
had
never
loved
it
before
as
she
did
in
this
moment
,
with
so
personal
,
solemn
and
confident
a
sense
of
possession
.
The
night
was
still
and
clear
;
she
looked
at
the
sky
;
as
her
feeling
was
more
solemn
than
joyous
,
but
held
the
sense
of
a
future
joy
—
so
the
air
was
more
windless
than
warm
,
but
held
the
hint
of
a
distant
spring
.
Get
the
hell
out
of
my
way
—
she
thought
,
not
with
resentment
,
but
almost
with
amusement
,
with
a
sense
of
detachment
and
deliverance
,
addressing
it
to
the
passers
-
by
,
to
the
traffic
when
it
impeded
her
hurried
progress
,
and
to
any
fear
she
had
known
in
the
past
.
It
was
less
than
an
hour
ago
that
she
had
heard
him
utter
that
sentence
,
and
his
voice
still
seemed
to
ring
in
the
air
of
the
streets
,
merging
into
a
distant
hint
of
laughter
.
She
had
laughed
exultantly
,
in
the
ballroom
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
,
when
she
had
heard
him
say
it
;
she
had
laughed
,
her
hand
pressed
to
her
mouth
,
so
that
the
laughter
was
only
in
her
eyes
—
and
in
his
,
when
he
had
looked
straight
at
her
and
she
had
known
that
he
heard
it
.
They
had
looked
at
each
other
for
the
span
of
a
second
,
above
the
heads
of
the
gasping
,
screaming
crowd
—
above
the
crash
of
the
microphones
being
shattered
,
though
all
stations
had
been
instantly
cut
off
—
above
the
bursts
of
breaking
glass
on
falling
tables
,
as
some
people
went
stampeding
to
the
doors
.
Then
she
had
heard
Mr
.
Thompson
cry
,
waving
his
arm
at
Galt
,
"
Take
him
back
to
his
room
,
but
guard
him
with
your
lives
!
"
—
and
the
crowd
had
parted
as
three
men
led
him
out
.
Mr
.
Thompson
seemed
to
collapse
for
a
moment
,
dropping
his
forehead
on
his
arm
,
but
he
rallied
,
jumped
to
his
feet
,
waved
vaguely
at
his
henchmen
to
follow
and
rushed
out
,
through
a
private
side
exit
.
No
one
addressed
or
instructed
the
guests
:
some
were
running
blindly
to
escape
,
others
sat
still
,
not
daring
to
move
.
The
ballroom
was
like
a
ship
without
captain
.
She
cut
through
the
crowd
and
followed
the
clique
.
No
one
tried
to
stop
her
.
She
found
them
huddled
in
a
small
,
private
study
:
Mr
.
Thompson
was
slumped
in
an
armchair
,
clutching
his
head
with
both
hands
,
Wesley
Mouch
was
moaning
,
Eugene
Lawson
was
sobbing
with
the
sound
of
a
nasty
child
’
s
rage
,
Jim
was
watching
the
others
with
an
oddly
expectant
intensity
.
"
I
told
you
so
!
"
Dr
.
Ferris
was
shouting
.
"
I
told
you
so
,
didn
’
t
I
?
That
’
s
where
you
get
with
your
‘
peaceful
persuasion
’
!
"
She
remained
standing
by
the
door
.
They
seemed
to
notice
her
presence
,
but
they
did
not
seem
to
care
.
"
I
resign
!
"
yelled
Chick
Morrison
.
