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           Youlookedpreposterouslyoutofplaceonarailroadplatform—anditwasnotonarailroadplatformthatIwasseeingyou,Iwasseeingasettingthathadneverhauntedmebefore—butthen,suddenly,Iknewthatyoudidbelongamongtherails,thesootandthegirders,thatthatwasthepropersettingforaflowinggownandnakedshouldersandafaceasaliveasyours—arailroadplatform,notacurtainedapartment—youlookedlikeasymbolofluxuryandyoubelongedintheplacethatwasitssource—youseemedtobringwealth,grace,extravaganceandtheenjoymentoflifebacktotheirrightfulowners,tothemenwhocreatedrailroadsandfactories—youhadalookofenergyandofitsreward,together,alookofcompetenceandluxurycombined—andIwasthefirstmanwhohadeverstatedinwhatmannerthesetwowereinseparable—andIthoughtthatifouragegaveformtoitspropergodsanderectedastatuetothemeaningofanAmericanrailroad,yourswouldbethatstatue...ThenIsawwhatyouweredoing—andIknewwhoyouwere.YouweregivingorderstothreeTerminalofficials,Icouldnothearyourwords,butyourvoicesoundedswift,clear-cutandconfident.IknewthatyouwereDagnyTaggart.Icamecloser,closeenoughtoheartwosentences.‘Whosaidso?’askedoneofthemen.‘Idid,’youanswered.ThatwasallIheard.Thatwasenough.