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           Itwasforthewayyoulookedthatnight,forthewayyoutalkedaboutyourrailroad—forthewayyouhadlookedwhenwetriedtoseetheskylineofNewYorkfromthetopofarockovertheHudson—Ihadtosaveyou,toclearthewayforyou,toletyoufindyourcity—nottoletyoustumbletheyearsofyourlifeaway,strugglingonthroughapoisonedfog,withyoureyesstillheldstraightahead,stilllookingastheyhadlookedinthesunlight,strugglingontofind,attheendofyourroad,notthetowersofacity,butafat,soggy,mindlesscrippleperforminghisenjoymentoflifebymeansofswallowingtheginyourlifehadgonetopayfor!You—toknownojoyinorderthathemayknowit?You—toserveasfodderforthepleasureofothers?You—asthemeansforthesubhumanastheend?Dagny,thatwaswhatIsawandthatwaswhatIcouldn’tletthemdotoyou!Nottoyou,nottoanychildwhohadyourkindoflookwhenhefacedthefuture,nottoanymanwhohadyourspiritandwasabletoexperienceamomentofbeingproudly,guiltlessly,confidently,joyouslyalive.Thatwasmylove,thatstateofthehumanspirit,andIleftyoutofightforit,andIknewthatifIweretoloseyou,itwasstillyouthatIwouldbewinningwitheveryyearofthebattle.Butyouseeitnow,don’tyou?You’veseenthisvalley.It’stheplacewesetouttoreachwhenwewerechildren,youandI.We’vereachedit.