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The Egoist
"Fellowcitizens,"theannouncercriedintoamicrophone,"ofthiscountryandofanyotherthat’sabletolisten—fromthegrandballroomoftheWayne-FalklandHotelinNewYorkCity,wearebringingyoutheinaugurationoftheJohnGaltPlan!"
Arectangleoftenselybluishlightappearedonthewallbehindthespeakers’table—atelevisionscreentoprojectforthegueststheimageswhichthecountrywasnowtosee.
"TheJohnGaltPlanforPeace,ProsperityandProfit!"criedtheannouncer,whileashiveringpictureoftheballroomsprangintoviewonthescreen."Thedawnofanewage!TheproductofaharmoniouscollaborationbetweenthehumanitarianspiritofourleadersandthescientificgeniusofJohnGalt!Ifyourfaithinthefuturehasbeenunderminedbyviciousrumors,youmaynowseeforyourselfourhappilyunitedfamilyofleadership!...Ladiesandgentlemen"—asthetelevisioncameraswoopeddowntothespeakers’table,andthestupefiedfaceofMr.Mowenfilledthescreen—"Mr.HoraceBussbyMowen,theAmericanIndustrialist!"Thecameramovedtoanagedcollectionoffacialmusclesshapedinimitationofasmile."GeneraloftheArmyWhittingtonS.Thorpe!"Thecamera,likeaneyeatapoliceline-up,movedfromfacetoscarredface—scarredbytheravagesoffear,ofevasion,ofdespair,ofuncertainty,ofself-loathing,ofguilt."MajorityLeaderoftheNationalLegislature,Mr.LucianPhelps!...Mr.WesleyMouch!...Mr.Thompson!"ThecamerapausedonMr.
