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They
were
clinging
to
the
side
of
a
vertical
cliff
,
with
the
earth
rolling
down
,
dropping
away
,
and
giant
tiers
of
twisted
boulders
streaming
up
and
shutting
out
the
sun
,
leaving
them
to
speed
through
a
bluish
twilight
,
with
no
sight
of
soil
or
sky
.
The
curves
of
rail
became
coiling
circles
among
walls
that
advanced
to
grind
them
off
their
sides
.
But
the
track
cut
through
at
times
and
the
mountains
parted
,
flaring
open
like
two
wings
at
the
tip
of
the
rail
—
one
wing
green
,
made
of
vertical
needles
,
with
whole
pines
serving
as
the
pile
of
a
solid
carpet
—
the
other
reddish
-
brown
,
made
of
naked
rock
.
She
looked
down
through
the
open
window
and
saw
the
silver
side
of
the
engine
hanging
over
empty
space
.
Far
below
,
the
thin
thread
of
a
stream
went
falling
from
ledge
to
ledge
,
and
the
ferns
that
drooped
to
the
water
were
the
shimmering
tops
of
birch
trees
.
She
saw
the
engine
’
s
tail
of
boxcars
winding
along
the
face
of
a
granite
drop
—
and
miles
of
contorted
stone
below
,
she
saw
the
coils
of
green
-
blue
rail
unwinding
behind
the
train
.
A
wall
of
rock
shot
upward
in
their
path
,
filling
the
windshield
,
darkening
the
cab
,
so
close
that
it
seemed
as
if
the
remnant
of
time
could
not
let
them
escape
it
.
But
she
heard
the
screech
of
wheels
on
curve
,
the
light
came
bursting
back
—
and
she
saw
an
open
stretch
of
rail
on
a
narrow
shelf
.
The
shelf
ended
in
space
.
The
nose
of
the
engine
was
aimed
straight
at
the
sky
.
There
was
nothing
to
stop
them
but
two
strips
of
green
-
blue
metal
strung
in
a
curve
along
the
shelf
.
To
take
the
pounding
violence
of
sixteen
motors
,
she
thought
,
the
thrust
of
seven
thousand
tons
of
steel
and
freight
,
to
withstand
it
,
grip
it
and
swing
it
around
a
curve
,
was
the
impossible
feat
performed
by
two
strips
of
metal
no
wider
than
her
arm
.
What
made
it
possible
?
What
power
had
given
to
an
unseen
arrangement
of
molecules
the
power
on
which
their
lives
depended
and
the
lives
of
all
the
men
who
waited
for
the
eighty
boxcars
?
She
saw
a
man
’
s
face
and
hands
in
the
glow
of
a
laboratory
oven
,
over
the
white
liquid
of
a
sample
of
metal
.
She
felt
the
sweep
of
an
emotion
which
she
could
not
contain
,
as
of
something
bursting
upward
.
She
turned
to
the
door
of
the
motor
units
,
she
threw
it
open
to
a
screaming
jet
of
sound
and
escaped
into
the
pounding
of
the
engine
’
s
heart
.
For
a
moment
,
it
was
as
if
she
were
reduced
to
a
single
sense
,
the
sense
of
hearing
,
and
what
remained
of
her
hearing
was
only
a
long
,
rising
,
falling
,
rising
scream
.
She
stood
in
a
swaying
,
sealed
chamber
of
metal
,
looking
at
the
giant
generators
.
She
had
wanted
to
see
them
,
because
the
sense
of
triumph
within
her
was
bound
to
them
,
to
her
love
for
them
,
to
the
reason
of
the
life
-
work
she
had
chosen
.
In
the
abnormal
clarity
of
a
violent
emotion
,
she
felt
as
if
she
were
about
to
grasp
something
she
had
never
known
and
had
to
know
.
She
laughed
aloud
,
but
heard
no
sound
of
it
;
nothing
could
be
heard
through
the
continuous
explosion
.
"
The
John
Galt
Line
!
"
she
shouted
,
for
the
amusement
of
feeling
her
voice
swept
away
from
her
lips
.
She
moved
slowly
along
the
length
of
the
motor
units
,
down
a
narrow
passage
between
the
engines
and
the
wall
.
She
felt
the
immodesty
of
an
intruder
,
as
if
she
had
slipped
inside
a
living
creature
,
under
its
silver
skin
,
and
were
watching
its
life
beating
in
gray
metal
cylinders
,
in
twisted
coils
,
in
sealed
tubes
,
in
the
convulsive
whirl
of
blades
in
wire
cages
.
The
enormous
complexity
of
the
shape
above
her
was
drained
by
invisible
channels
,
and
the
violence
raging
within
it
was
led
to
fragile
needles
on
glass
dials
,
to
green
and
red
beads
winking
on
panels
,
to
tall
,
thin
cabinets
stenciled
"
High
Voltage
.
"
Why
had
she
always
felt
that
joyous
sense
of
confidence
when
looking
at
machines
?
—
she
thought
.
In
these
giant
shapes
,
two
aspects
pertaining
to
the
inhuman
were
radiantly
absent
:
the
causeless
and
the
purposeless
.
Every
part
of
the
motors
was
an
embodied
answer
to
"
Why
?
"
and
"
What
for
?
"
—
like
the
steps
of
a
life
-
course
chosen
by
the
sort
of
mind
she
worshipped
.
The
motors
were
a
moral
code
cast
in
steel
.
They
are
alive
,
she
thought
,
because
they
are
the
physical
shape
of
the
action
of
a
living
power
—
of
the
mind
that
had
been
able
to
grasp
the
whole
of
this
complexity
,
to
set
its
purpose
,
to
give
it
form
.
For
an
instant
,
it
seemed
to
her
that
the
motors
were
transparent
and
she
was
seeing
the
net
of
their
nervous
system
.
