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"
I
can
’
t
understand
it
.
.
.
"
said
Taggart
miserably
.
"
The
top
experts
of
the
National
Council
of
Metal
Industries
.
.
.
"
"
Who
’
s
the
president
of
the
National
Council
of
Metal
Industries
,
Jim
?
Orren
Boyle
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
Taggart
did
not
turn
to
her
,
but
his
jaw
snapped
open
.
"
If
that
fat
slob
thinks
he
can
—
"
he
started
,
but
stopped
and
did
not
finish
.
She
looked
up
at
a
street
lamp
on
the
corner
.
It
was
a
globe
of
glass
filled
with
light
.
It
hung
,
secure
from
storm
,
lighting
boarded
windows
and
cracked
sidewalks
,
as
their
only
guardian
.
At
the
end
of
the
street
,
across
the
river
,
against
the
glow
of
a
factory
,
she
saw
the
thin
tracing
of
a
power
station
.
A
truck
went
by
,
hiding
her
view
.
It
was
the
kind
of
truck
that
fed
the
power
station
—
a
tank
truck
,
its
bright
new
paint
impervious
to
sleet
,
green
with
white
letters
:
Wyatt
Oil
,
Colorado
.
"
Dagny
,
have
you
heard
about
that
discussion
at
the
structural
steel
workers
’
union
meeting
in
Detroit
?
"
"
No
.
What
discussion
?
"
"
It
was
in
all
the
newspapers
.
They
debated
whether
their
members
should
or
should
not
be
permitted
to
work
with
Rearden
Metal
.
They
didn
’
t
reach
a
decision
,
but
that
was
enough
for
the
contractor
who
was
going
to
take
a
chance
on
Rearden
Metal
.
He
cancelled
his
order
,
but
fast
!
.
.
.
What
if
.
.
.
what
if
everybody
decides
against
it
?
"
"
Let
them
.
"
