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Tonight
,
coming
down
late
,
Eddie
saw
the
worker
at
a
table
in
a
corner
of
the
half
-
deserted
room
.
Eddie
smiled
happily
,
waving
to
him
,
and
carried
his
tray
of
food
to
the
worker
’
s
table
.
In
the
privacy
of
their
corner
,
Eddie
felt
at
ease
,
relaxing
after
the
long
strain
of
the
day
.
He
could
talk
as
he
did
not
talk
anywhere
else
,
admitting
things
he
would
not
confess
to
anyone
,
thinking
aloud
,
looking
into
the
attentive
eyes
of
the
worker
across
the
table
.
"
The
Rio
Norte
Line
is
our
last
hope
,
"
said
Eddie
Willers
.
"
But
it
will
save
us
.
We
’
ll
have
at
least
one
branch
in
good
condition
,
where
it
’
s
needed
most
,
and
that
will
help
to
save
the
rest
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
funny
—
isn
’
t
it
?
—
to
speak
about
a
last
hope
for
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
Do
you
take
it
seriously
if
somebody
tells
you
that
a
meteor
is
going
to
destroy
the
earth
?
.
.
.
I
don
‘
t
,
either
.
.
.
.
’
From
Ocean
to
Ocean
,
forever
‘
—
that
’
s
what
we
heard
all
through
our
childhood
,
she
and
I
.
No
,
they
didn
’
t
say
’
forever
,
‘
but
that
’
s
what
it
meant
.
.
.
.
You
know
,
I
’
m
not
any
kind
of
a
great
man
.
I
couldn
’
t
have
built
that
railroad
.
If
it
goes
,
I
won
’
t
be
able
to
bring
it
back
.
I
’
ll
have
to
go
with
it
.
.
.
.
Don
’
t
pay
any
attention
to
me
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
I
should
want
to
say
things
like
that
.
Guess
I
’
m
just
a
little
tired
tonight
.
.
.
.
Yes
,
I
worked
late
.
She
didn
’
t
ask
me
to
stay
,
but
there
was
a
light
under
her
door
,
long
after
all
the
others
had
gone
.
.
.
Yes
,
she
’
s
gone
home
now
.
.
.
.
Trouble
?
Oh
,
there
’
s
always
trouble
in
the
office
.
But
she
’
s
not
worried
.
She
knows
she
can
pull
us
through
.
.
.
.
Of
course
,
it
’
s
bad
.
We
’
re
having
many
more
accidents
than
you
hear
about
.
We
lost
two
Diesels
again
,
last
week
.
One
—
just
from
old
age
,
the
other
—
in
a
head
-
on
collision
.
.
.
Yes
,
we
have
Diesels
on
order
,
at
the
United
Locomotive
Works
,
but
we
’
ve
waited
for
them
for
two
years
.
I
don
’
t
know
whether
we
’
ll
ever
get
them
or
not
.
.
.
.
God
,
do
we
need
them
!
Motive
power
—
you
can
’
t
imagine
how
important
that
is
.
That
’
s
the
heart
of
everything
.
.
.
.
What
are
you
smiling
at
?
.
.
.
Well
,
as
I
was
saying
,
it
’
s
bad
.
But
at
least
the
Rio
Norte
Line
is
set
.
The
first
shipment
of
rail
will
get
to
the
site
in
a
few
weeks
.
In
a
year
,
we
’
ll
run
the
first
train
on
the
new
track
.
Nothing
’
s
going
to
stop
us
,
this
time
.
.
.
.
Sure
,
I
know
who
’
s
going
to
lay
the
rail
.
McNamara
,
of
Cleveland
.
He
’
s
the
contractor
who
finished
the
San
Sebastián
Line
for
us
.
There
,
at
least
,
is
one
man
who
knows
his
job
.
So
we
’
re
safe
.
We
can
count
on
him
.
There
aren
’
t
many
good
contractors
left
.
.
.
.
We
’
re
rushed
as
hell
,
but
I
like
it
.
I
’
ve
been
coming
to
the
office
an
hour
earlier
than
usual
,
but
she
beats
me
to
it
.
She
’
s
always
there
first
.
.
.
.
What
?
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
she
does
at
night
.
Nothing
much
,
I
guess
.
.
.
.
No
,
she
never
goes
out
with
anyone
.
She
sits
at
home
,
mostly
,
and
listens
to
music
.
She
plays
records
.
.
.
.
What
do
you
care
,
which
records
?
Richard
Halley
.
She
loves
the
music
of
Richard
Halley
.
Outside
the
railroad
,
that
’
s
the
only
thing
she
loves
.
"
Motive
power
—
thought
Dagny
,
looking
up
at
the
Taggart
Building
in
the
twilight
—
was
its
first
need
;
motive
power
,
to
keep
that
building
standing
;
movement
,
to
keep
it
immovable
.
It
did
not
rest
on
piles
driven
into
granite
;
it
rested
on
the
engines
that
rolled
across
a
continent
.
She
felt
a
dim
touch
of
anxiety
.
She
was
back
from
a
trip
to
the
plant
of
the
United
Locomotive
Works
in
New
Jersey
,
where
she
had
gone
to
see
the
president
of
the
company
in
person
.
She
had
learned
nothing
:
neither
the
reason
for
the
delays
nor
any
indication
of
the
date
when
the
Diesel
engines
would
be
produced
.
The
president
of
the
company
had
talked
to
her
for
two
hours
.
But
none
of
his
answers
had
connected
to
any
of
her
questions
.
His
manner
had
conveyed
a
peculiar
note
of
condescending
reproach
whenever
she
attempted
to
make
the
conversation
specific
,
as
if
she
were
giving
proof
of
ill
-
breeding
by
breaking
some
unwritten
code
known
to
everyone
else
.
On
her
way
through
the
plant
,
she
had
seen
an
enormous
piece
of
machinery
left
abandoned
in
a
corner
of
the
yard
.
It
had
been
a
precision
machine
tool
once
,
long
ago
,
of
a
kind
that
could
not
be
bought
anywhere
now
.
It
had
not
been
worn
out
;
it
had
been
rotted
by
neglect
,
eaten
by
rust
and
the
black
drippings
of
a
dirty
oil
.
She
had
turned
her
face
away
from
it
.
A
sight
of
that
nature
always
blinded
her
for
an
instant
by
the
burst
of
too
violent
an
anger
.
She
did
not
know
why
;
she
could
not
define
her
own
feeling
;
she
knew
only
that
there
was
,
in
her
feeling
,
a
scream
of
protest
against
injustice
,
and
that
it
was
a
response
to
something
much
beyond
an
old
piece
of
machinery
.
The
rest
of
her
staff
had
gone
,
when
she
entered
the
anteroom
of
her
office
,
but
Eddie
Willers
was
still
there
,
waiting
for
her
.
She
knew
at
once
that
something
had
happened
,
by
the
way
he
looked
and
the
way
he
followed
her
silently
into
her
office
.
