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The Utopia of Greed
Franciscosmiled,askinghim,"Whydoyoustareatme?"
"Doyouknowwhatyoulookedlikewhenyoucamein?"
"Oh,didI?That’sbecauseIhadn’tsleptforthreenights.John,willyouinvitemetodinner?Iwanttoknowhowthisscabofyoursgothere,butIthinkthatImightcollapsesoundasleepinthemiddleofasentence—eventhoughrightnowIfeelasifI’llneverneedanysleepatall—soIthinkI’dbettergohomeandstaytheretillevening."
Galtwaswatchinghimwithafaintsmile."Butaren’tyougoingtoleavethevalleyinanhour?"
"What?No..."hesaidmildly,inmomentaryastonishment."No!"helaughedexultantly."Idon’thaveto!That’sright,Ihaven’ttoldyouwhatitwas,haveI?IwassearchingforDagny.For...forthewreckofherplane.She’dbeenreportedlostinacrashintheRockies."
"Isee,"saidGaltquietly.
"Icouldhavethoughtofanything,exceptthatshewouldchoosetocrashinGalt’sGulch,"Franciscosaidhappily;hehadthetoneofthatjoyousreliefwhichalmostrelishesthehorrorofthepast,defyingitbymeansofthepresent."IkeptflyingoverthedistrictbetweenAfton,Utah,andWinston,Colorado,overeverypeakandcreviceofit,overeveryremnantofacarinanygullybelow,andwheneverIsawone,I—"Hestopped;itlookedlikeashudder.
