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"
I
hate
it
!
I
hate
the
doom
you
’
re
all
waiting
for
,
the
giving
up
,
and
that
senseless
question
that
always
sounds
like
a
cry
for
help
.
I
’
m
sick
of
hearing
pleas
for
John
Galt
.
I
’
m
going
to
fight
him
.
"
He
said
quietly
,
"
You
are
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
build
a
railroad
line
for
him
.
Let
him
come
and
claim
it
!
"
He
smiled
sadly
and
nodded
:
"
He
will
.
"
The
glow
of
poured
steel
streamed
across
the
ceiling
and
broke
against
one
wall
.
Rearden
sat
at
his
desk
,
in
the
light
of
a
single
lamp
.
Beyond
its
circle
,
the
darkness
of
the
office
blended
with
the
darkness
outside
.
He
felt
as
if
it
were
empty
space
where
the
rays
of
the
furnaces
moved
at
will
;
as
if
the
desk
were
a
raft
hanging
in
mid
-
air
,
holding
two
persons
imprisoned
in
privacy
.
Dagny
sat
in
front
of
his
desk
.
She
had
thrown
her
coat
off
,
and
she
sat
outlined
against
it
,
a
slim
,
tense
body
in
a
gray
suit
,
leaning
diagonally
across
the
wide
armchair
.
Only
her
hand
lay
in
the
light
,
on
the
edge
of
the
desk
;
beyond
it
,
he
saw
the
pale
suggestion
of
her
face
,
the
white
of
a
blouse
,
the
triangle
of
an
open
collar
.
"
All
right
,
Hank
,
"
she
said
,
"
we
’
re
going
ahead
with
a
new
Rearden
Metal
bridge
.
This
is
the
official
order
of
the
official
owner
of
the
John
Galt
Line
.
"
He
smiled
,
looking
down
at
the
drawings
of
the
bridge
spread
in
the
light
on
his
desk
.
"
Have
you
had
a
chance
to
examine
the
scheme
we
submitted
?
"
"
Yes
.
You
don
’
t
need
my
comments
or
compliments
.
The
order
says
it
.
"
