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“This is John Galt speaking”
Stadler,"hesaidwearily."Itcan’tbepossible.Itshouldn’tbepossible.Butthereitis."
"Well,dosomethingaboutit!"criedMr.Thompsontothecrowdatlarge.
Nooneansweredormoved.
"Iwon’tpermitthis!"criedMr.Thompson."Iwon’tpermitit!Tonightofallnights!I’vegottomakethatspeech!Dosomething!Solveit,whateveritis!Iorderyoutosolveit!"
Thechiefengineerwaslookingathimblankly.
"I’llfirethelotofyouforthis!I’llfireeveryelectronicengineerinthecountry!I’llputthewholeprofessionontrialforsabotage,desertionandtreason!Doyouhearme?Nowdosomething,Goddamnyou!
Dosomething!"
Thechiefengineerwaslookingathimimpassively,asifwordswerenotconveyinganythinganylonger.
"Isn’tthereanybodyaroundtoobeyanorder?"criedMr.Thompson."Isn’tthereabrainleftinthiscountry?"
Thehandoftheclockreachedthedotof8:00.
"Ladiesandgentlemen,"saidavoicethatcamefromtheradioreceiver—aman’sclear,calm,implacablevoice,thekindofvoicethathadnotbeenheardontheairwavesforyears—"Mr.Thompsonwillnotspeaktoyoutonight.Histimeisup.Ihavetakenitover.Youweretohearareportontheworldcrisis.Thatiswhatyouaregoingtohear.
