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"
Well
?
"
snapped
Mouch
.
"
What
about
it
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
said
Kinnan
.
"
I
just
asked
.
"
Mouch
leaned
back
in
his
chair
.
"
I
must
say
to
all
of
you
that
I
appreciate
your
coming
here
and
giving
us
the
benefit
of
your
opinions
.
It
has
been
very
helpful
.
"
He
leaned
forward
to
look
at
his
desk
calendar
and
sat
over
it
for
a
moment
,
toying
with
his
pencil
,
Then
the
pencil
came
down
,
struck
a
date
and
drew
a
circle
around
it
.
"
Directive
10
-
289
will
go
into
effect
on
the
morning
of
May
first
.
"
All
nodded
approval
.
None
looked
at
his
neighbor
.
James
Taggart
rose
,
walked
to
the
window
and
pulled
the
blind
down
over
the
white
obelisk
.
In
the
first
moment
of
awakening
,
Dagny
was
astonished
to
find
herself
looking
at
the
spires
of
unfamiliar
buildings
against
a
glowing
,
pale
blue
sky
.
Then
she
saw
the
twisted
seam
of
the
thin
stocking
on
her
own
leg
,
she
felt
a
wrench
of
discomfort
in
the
muscles
of
her
waistline
,
and
she
realized
that
she
was
lying
on
the
couch
in
her
office
,
with
the
clock
on
her
desk
saying
6
:
15
and
the
first
rays
of
the
sun
giving
silver
edges
to
the
silhouettes
of
the
skyscrapers
beyond
the
window
.
The
last
thing
she
remembered
was
that
she
had
dropped
down
on
the
couch
,
intending
to
rest
for
ten
minutes
,
when
the
window
was
black
and
the
clock
stood
at
3
:
30
.
She
twisted
herself
to
her
feet
,
feeling
an
enormous
exhaustion
.
The
lighted
lamp
on
the
desk
looked
futile
in
the
glow
of
the
morning
,
over
the
piles
of
paper
which
were
her
cheerless
,
unfinished
task
.
She
tried
not
to
think
of
the
work
for
a
few
minutes
longer
,
while
she
dragged
herself
past
the
desk
to
her
washroom
and
let
handfuls
of
cold
water
run
over
her
face
.
The
exhaustion
was
gone
by
the
time
she
stepped
back
into
the
office
.
No
matter
what
night
preceded
it
,
she
had
never
known
a
morning
when
she
did
not
feel
the
rise
of
a
quiet
excitement
that
became
a
tightening
energy
in
her
body
and
a
hunger
for
action
in
her
mind
—
because
this
was
the
beginning
of
day
and
it
was
a
day
of
her
life
.
She
looked
down
at
the
city
.
The
streets
were
still
empty
,
it
made
them
look
wider
,
and
in
the
luminous
cleanliness
of
the
spring
air
they
seemed
to
be
waiting
for
the
promise
of
all
the
greatness
that
would
take
form
in
the
activity
about
to
pour
through
them
.
The
calendar
in
the
distance
said
:
May
1
.
