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“This is John Galt speaking”
Hispresenceinthetunnelshadbeenhermotorthroughthosedays—justashispresenceinthecityhadbeenhermotorthroughthemonthsofthatsummer—justashispresencesomewhereintheworldhadbeenhermotorthroughtheyearsbeforesheeverheardhisname.Nowshefeltasifhermotor,too,hadstopped.
Shewenton,withthebright,pureglitterofafive-dollargoldpiece,whichshekeptinherpocket,asherlastdropoffuel.Shewenton,protectedfromtheworldaroundherbyalastarmor:indifference.
Thenewspapersdidnotmentiontheoutbreaksofviolencethathadbeguntoburstacrossthecountry—butshewatchedthemthroughthereportsoftrainconductorsaboutbullet-riddledcars,dismantledtracks,attackedtrains,besiegedstations,inNebraska,inOregon,inTexas,inMontana—thefutile,doomedoutbreaks,promptedbynothingbutdespair,endinginnothingbutdestruction.Someweretheexplosionsoflocalgangs;somespreadwider.
