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"
You
won
’
t
.
And
I
don
’
t
think
they
’
ll
sentence
me
to
jail
.
I
think
they
’
ll
let
me
off
very
lightly
.
I
have
a
hypothesis
about
it
—
I
’
ll
explain
it
to
you
afterwards
,
when
I
’
ve
put
it
to
the
test
.
"
"
What
hypothesis
?
"
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
He
smiled
,
and
stood
up
.
"
That
’
s
all
.
We
won
’
t
talk
any
further
about
my
trial
,
tonight
.
You
don
’
t
happen
to
have
anything
to
drink
in
your
office
,
have
you
?
"
"
No
.
But
I
think
my
traffic
manager
has
some
sort
of
a
bar
on
one
shelf
of
his
filing
closet
.
"
"
Do
you
think
you
could
steal
a
drink
for
me
,
if
he
doesn
’
t
have
it
locked
?
"
"
I
’
ll
try
.
"
He
stood
looking
at
the
portrait
of
Nat
Taggart
on
the
wall
of
her
office
—
the
portrait
of
a
young
man
with
a
lifted
head
—
until
she
returned
,
bringing
a
bottle
of
brandy
and
two
glasses
.
He
filled
the
glasses
in
silence
.
"
You
know
,
Dagny
,
Thanksgiving
was
a
holiday
established
by
productive
people
to
celebrate
the
success
of
their
work
.
"
The
movement
of
his
arm
,
as
he
raised
his
glass
,
went
from
the
portrait
—
to
her
—
to
himself
—
to
the
buildings
of
the
city
beyond
the
window
.
For
a
month
in
advance
,
the
people
who
filled
the
courtroom
had
been
told
by
the
press
that
they
would
see
the
man
who
was
a
greedy
enemy
of
society
;
but
they
had
come
to
see
the
man
who
had
invented
Rearden
Metal
.
