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The Egoist
Twohuskymenwalkedbyhissides;theywerefromthedepartmentofMoraleConditioning,butdidnottroubletohidewhatmethodofconditioningtheywouldwelcomeachancetoemploy.
"JustrememberMr.Thompson’sorders,"oneofthemtoldhimcontemptuously."Onewrongsquawkoutofyou—andyou’llregretit,brother."
Itwasnotthesnowonhistemples—thoughtDr.Stadler—itwasaburningpressure,ithadbeentheresincethatscene,lastnight,whenhehadscreamedtoMr.ThompsonthathecouldnotseeJohnGalt.Hehadscreamedinblindterror,beggingacircleofimpassivefacesnottomakehimdoit,sobbingthathewoulddoanythingbutthat.Thefaceshadnotcondescendedtoargueoreventothreatenhim;theyhadmerelygivenhimorders.Hehadspentasleeplessnight,tellinghimselfthathewouldnotobey;buthewaswalkingtowardthatdoor.Theburningpressureonhistemplesandthefaint,dizzyingnauseaofunrealitycamefromthefactthathecouldnotrecapturethesenseofbeingDr.RobertStadler.
Henoticedthemetallicgleamofthebayonetsheldbytheguardsatthedoor,andthesoundofakeybeingturnedinalock.Hefoundhimselfwalkingforwardandheardthedoorbeinglockedbehindhim.
