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The Egoist
We’retryingtokeeptheFerrisboysincheck,but...
Yousee,they’resetagainstanysurrendertoJohnGalt.Theydon’twantustodealwithhim.Theydon’twantustofindhim.Iwouldn’tputanythingpastthem.Iftheyfoundhimfirst,they’d—there’snotellingwhattheymightdo...That’swhatworriesme.Whydoesn’theanswer?Whyhasn’theansweredusatall?Whatifthey’vefoundhimandkilledhim?Iwouldn’tknow...SoIhopedthatperhapsyouhadsomeway...somemeansofknowingthathe’sstillalive..."Hisvoicetrailedoffintoaquestionmark.
Thewholeofherresistanceagainstarushofliquefyingterrorwentintotheefforttokeephervoiceasstiffasherknees,longenoughtosay,"Idonotknow,"andherkneesstiffenoughtocarryheroutoftheroom.
Frombehindtherottedpostsofwhathadoncebeenacornervegetablestand,Dagnyglancedfurtivelybackatthestreet:therarelamppostsbrokethestreetintoseparateislands,shecouldseeapawnshopinthefirstpatchoflight,asalooninthenext,achurchinthefarthest,andblackgapsbetweenthem;thesidewalksweredeserted;itwashardtotell,butthestreetseemedempty.
