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"
"
If
you
kill
Colorado
,
what
is
there
going
to
be
left
for
your
damn
looters
to
survive
on
?
"
"
You
have
always
been
opposed
to
every
progressive
social
measure
.
I
seem
to
remember
that
you
predicted
disaster
when
we
passed
the
Anti
-
dog
-
eat
-
dog
Rule
—
but
the
disaster
has
not
come
.
"
"
Because
I
saved
you
,
you
rotten
fools
!
I
won
’
t
be
able
to
save
you
this
time
!
"
He
had
shrugged
,
not
looking
at
her
.
"
And
if
I
don
’
t
,
who
will
?
"
He
had
not
answered
.
It
did
not
seem
real
to
her
,
here
,
under
the
ground
.
Thinking
of
it
here
,
she
knew
she
could
have
no
part
in
Jim
’
s
battle
.
There
was
no
action
she
could
take
against
the
men
of
undefined
thought
,
of
unnamed
motives
,
of
unstated
purposes
,
of
unspecified
morality
.
There
was
nothing
she
could
say
to
them
—
nothing
would
be
heard
or
answered
.
What
were
the
weapons
,
she
thought
,
in
a
realm
where
reason
was
not
a
weapon
any
longer
?
It
was
a
realm
she
could
not
enter
.
She
had
to
leave
it
to
Jim
and
count
on
his
self
-
interest
.
Dimly
,
she
felt
the
chill
of
a
thought
telling
her
that
self
-
interest
was
not
Jim
’
s
motive
.
She
looked
at
the
object
before
her
,
a
glass
case
containing
the
remnant
of
the
motor
.
The
man
who
made
the
motor
—
she
thought
suddenly
,
the
thought
coming
like
a
cry
of
despair
.
She
felt
a
moment
’
s
helpless
longing
to
find
him
,
to
lean
against
him
and
let
him
tell
her
what
to
do
.
A
mind
like
his
would
know
the
way
to
win
this
battle
.
She
looked
around
her
.
In
the
clean
,
rational
world
of
the
underground
tunnels
,
nothing
was
of
so
urgent
an
importance
as
the
task
of
finding
the
man
who
made
the
motor
.
She
thought
:
Could
she
delay
it
in
order
to
argue
with
Orren
Boyle
?
—
to
reason
with
Mr
.
Mowen
?
—
to
plead
with
Bertram
Scudder
?
She
saw
the
motor
,
completed
,
built
into
an
engine
that
pulled
a
train
of
two
hundred
cars
down
a
track
of
Rearden
Metal
at
two
hundred
miles
an
hour
.
When
the
vision
was
within
her
reach
,
within
the
possible
,
was
she
to
give
it
up
and
spend
her
time
bargaining
about
sixty
miles
and
sixty
cars
?
She
could
not
descend
to
an
existence
where
her
brain
would
explode
under
the
pressure
of
forcing
itself
not
to
outdistance
incompetence
.
She
could
not
function
to
the
rule
of
:
Pipe
down
—
keep
down
—
slow
down
—
don
’
t
do
your
best
,
it
is
not
wanted
!
She
turned
resolutely
and
left
the
vault
,
to
take
the
train
for
Washington
.
It
seemed
to
her
,
as
she
locked
the
steel
door
,
that
she
heard
a
faint
echo
of
steps
.
She
glanced
up
and
down
the
dark
curve
of
the
tunnel
.
