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“This is John Galt speaking”
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Threegaspsofrecognitiongreetedthevoice,butnobodyhadthepowertonoticethemamongthesoundsofthecrowd,whichwerebeyondthestageofcries.Onewasagaspoftriumph,another—ofterror,thethird—ofbewilderment.Threepersonshadrecognizedthespeaker:Dagny,Dr.Stadler,EddieWillers.NobodyglancedatEddieWillers;butDagnyandDr.Stadlerglancedateachother.Shesawthathisfacewasdistortedbyasevilaterrorasonecouldeverbeartosee;hesawthatsheknewandthatthewayshelookedathimwasasifthespeakerhadslappedhisface.
"Fortwelveyears,youhavebeenasking:WhoisJohnGalt?ThisisJohnGaltspeaking.Iamthemanwholoveshislife.Iamthemanwhodoesnotsacrificehisloveorhisvalues.Iamthemanwhohasdeprivedyouofvictimsandthushasdestroyedyourworld,andifyouwishtoknowwhyyouareperishing—youwhodreadknowledge—Iamthemanwhowillnowtellyou."
Thechiefengineerwastheonlyoneabletomove;herantoatelevisionsetandstruggledfranticallywithitsdials.Butthescreenremainedempty;thespeakerhadnotchosentobeseen.Onlyhisvoicefilledtheairwaysofthecountry—oftheworld,thoughtthechiefengineer—soundingasifhewerespeakinghere,inthisroom,nottoagroup,buttooneman;itwasnotthetoneofaddressingameeting,butthetoneofaddressingamind.
"Youhavehearditsaidthatthisisanageofmoralcrisis.
