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Galt
opened
his
eyes
and
glanced
at
them
for
a
moment
.
They
could
tell
nothing
,
except
that
his
glance
was
steady
and
fully
conscious
.
Then
he
dropped
his
head
again
and
lay
still
,
as
if
he
had
forgotten
them
.
His
naked
body
looked
strangely
out
of
place
in
this
cellar
.
They
knew
it
,
though
none
of
them
would
identify
that
knowledge
.
The
long
lines
of
his
body
,
running
from
his
ankles
to
the
flat
hips
,
to
the
angle
of
the
waist
,
to
the
straight
shoulders
,
looked
like
a
statue
of
ancient
Greece
,
sharing
that
statue
’
s
meaning
,
but
stylized
to
a
longer
,
lighter
,
more
active
form
and
a
gaunter
strength
,
suggesting
more
restless
an
energy
—
the
body
,
not
of
a
chariot
driver
,
but
of
a
builder
of
airplanes
.
And
as
the
meaning
of
a
statue
of
ancient
Greece
—
the
statue
of
man
as
a
god
—
clashed
with
the
spirit
of
this
century
’
s
halls
,
so
his
body
clashed
with
a
cellar
devoted
to
prehistorical
activities
.
The
clash
was
the
greater
,
because
he
seemed
to
belong
with
electric
wires
,
with
stainless
steel
,
with
precision
instruments
,
with
the
levers
of
a
control
board
.
Perhaps
—
this
was
the
thought
most
fiercely
resisted
and
most
deeply
buried
at
the
bottom
of
his
watchers
sensations
,
the
thought
they
knew
only
as
a
diffused
hatred
and
an
unfocused
terror
—
perhaps
it
was
the
absence
of
such
statues
from
the
modern
world
that
had
transformed
a
generator
into
an
octopus
and
brought
a
body
such
as
his
into
its
tentacles
.
"
I
understand
you
’
re
some
sort
of
electrical
expert
,
"
said
Ferris
,
and
chuckled
.
"
So
are
we
—
don
’
t
you
think
so
?
"
Two
sounds
answered
him
in
the
silence
:
the
drone
of
the
generator
and
the
beating
of
Galt
’
s
heart
.
"
The
mixed
series
!
"
ordered
Ferris
,
waving
one
finger
at
the
mechanic
.
The
shocks
now
came
at
irregular
,
unpredictable
intervals
,
one
after
another
or
minutes
apart
.
Only
the
shuddering
convulsions
of
Galt
’
s
legs
,
arms
,
torso
or
entire
body
showed
whether
the
current
was
racing
between
two
particular
electrodes
or
through
all
of
them
at
once
.
The
needles
on
the
dials
kept
coming
close
to
the
red
marks
,
then
receding
:
the
machine
was
calculated
to
inflict
the
maximum
intensity
of
pain
without
damaging
the
body
of
the
victim
.
It
was
the
watchers
who
found
it
unbearable
to
wait
through
the
minutes
of
the
pauses
filled
with
the
sound
of
the
heartbeat
:
the
heart
was
now
racing
in
an
irregular
rhythm
.
The
pauses
were
calculated
to
let
that
beat
slow
down
,
but
allow
no
relief
to
the
victim
,
who
had
to
wait
for
a
shock
at
any
moment
.
Galt
lay
relaxed
,
as
if
not
attempting
to
fight
the
pain
,
but
surrendering
to
it
,
not
attempting
to
negate
it
,
but
to
bear
it
.
When
his
lips
parted
for
breath
and
a
sudden
jolt
slammed
them
tight
again
,
he
did
not
resist
the
shaking
rigidity
of
his
body
,
but
he
let
it
vanish
the
instant
the
current
left
him
.
Only
the
skin
of
his
face
was
pulled
tight
,
and
the
sealed
line
of
his
lips
twisted
sidewise
once
in
a
while
.
When
a
shock
raced
through
his
chest
,
the
gold
-
copper
strands
of
his
hair
flew
with
the
jerking
of
his
head
,
as
if
waving
in
a
gust
of
wind
,
beating
against
his
face
,
across
his
eyes
.
The
watchers
wondered
why
his
hair
seemed
to
be
growing
darker
,
until
they
realized
that
it
was
drenched
in
sweat
.
