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Ward
could
look
to
him
for
hope
,
for
relief
,
for
renewal
of
courage
.
To
whom
could
he
look
for
it
?
He
,
too
,
needed
it
,
for
once
.
He
wished
he
had
a
friend
who
could
be
permitted
to
see
him
suffer
,
without
pretense
or
protection
,
on
whom
he
could
lean
for
a
moment
,
just
to
say
,
"
I
’
m
very
tired
,
"
and
find
a
moment
’
s
rest
.
Of
all
the
men
he
knew
,
was
there
one
he
wished
he
had
beside
him
now
?
He
heard
the
answer
in
his
mind
,
immediate
and
shocking
:
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
.
His
chuckle
of
anger
brought
him
back
.
The
absurdity
of
the
longing
jolted
him
into
calm
.
That
’
s
what
you
get
,
he
thought
,
when
you
indulge
yourself
in
weakness
.
He
stood
at
the
window
,
trying
not
to
think
.
But
he
kept
hearing
words
in
his
mind
:
Rearden
Ore
.
.
.
Rearden
Coal
.
.
.
Rearden
Steel
.
.
.
Rearden
Metal
.
.
.
What
was
the
use
?
Why
had
he
done
it
?
Why
should
he
ever
want
to
do
anything
again
?
.
.
.
His
first
day
on
the
ledges
of
the
ore
mines
.
.
.
The
day
when
he
stood
in
the
wind
,
looking
down
at
the
ruins
of
a
steel
plant
.
.
.
The
day
when
he
stood
here
,
in
this
office
,
at
this
window
,
and
thought
that
a
bridge
could
be
made
to
carry
incredible
loads
on
just
a
few
bars
of
metal
,
if
one
combined
a
truss
with
an
arch
,
if
one
built
diagonal
bracing
with
the
top
members
curved
to
—
He
stopped
and
stood
still
.
He
had
not
thought
of
combining
a
truss
with
an
arch
,
that
day
In
the
next
moment
,
he
was
at
his
desk
,
bending
over
it
,
with
one
knee
on
the
seat
of
the
chair
,
with
no
time
to
think
of
sitting
down
,
he
was
drawing
lines
,
curves
,
triangles
,
columns
of
calculations
,
indiscriminately
on
the
blueprints
,
on
the
desk
blotter
,
on
somebody
’
s
letters
.
And
an
hour
later
,
he
was
calling
for
a
long
-
distance
line
,
he
was
waiting
for
a
phone
to
ring
by
a
bed
in
a
railway
car
on
a
siding
,
he
was
saying
,
"
Dagny
!
That
bridge
of
ours
—
throw
in
the
ash
can
all
the
drawings
I
sent
you
,
because
.
.
.
What
?
.
.
.
Oh
,
that
?
To
hell
with
that
!
Never
mind
the
looters
and
their
laws
!
Forget
it
!
Dagny
,
what
do
we
care
!
Listen
,
you
know
the
contraption
you
called
the
Rearden
Truss
,
that
you
admired
so
much
?
It
’
s
not
worth
a
damn
.
I
’
ve
figured
out
a
truss
that
will
beat
anything
ever
built
!
Your
bridge
will
carry
four
trains
at
once
,
stand
three
hundred
years
and
cost
you
less
than
your
cheapest
culvert
.
I
’
ll
send
you
the
drawings
in
two
days
,
but
I
wanted
to
tell
you
about
it
right
now
.
You
see
,
it
’
s
a
matter
of
combining
a
truss
with
an
arch
.
If
we
take
diagonal
bracing
and
.
.
.
What
?
.
.
.
I
can
’
t
hear
you
.
Have
you
caught
a
cold
?
.
.
.
What
are
you
thanking
me
for
,
as
yet
?
Wait
till
I
explain
it
to
you
.
"
The
worker
smiled
,
looking
at
Eddie
Willers
across
the
table
.
"
I
feel
like
a
fugitive
,
"
said
Eddie
Willers
.
"
I
guess
you
know
why
I
haven
’
t
been
here
for
months
?
"
He
pointed
at
the
underground
cafeteria
.
