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The Theme
"She’stheonlyoneinthecountrythathasn‘t,"saidtheengineer.
"There’salwaysafirsttime,"saidthefireman.
"Youdon’tknowaboutrailroads,lady,"saidapassenger."There’snotasignalsystemoradispatcherinthecountrythat’sworthadamn."
Shedidnotturnornoticehim,butspoketotheengineer. "Ifyouknowthatthesignalisbroken,whatdoyouintendtodo?"
Hedidnotlikehertoneofauthority,andhecouldnotunderstandwhysheassumeditsonaturally. Shelookedlikeayounggirl;onlyhermouthandeyesshowedthatshewasawomaninherthirties. Thedarkgrayeyesweredirectanddisturbing,asiftheycutthroughthings,throwingtheinconsequentialoutoftheway. Thefaceseemedfaintlyfamiliartohim,buthecouldnotrecallwherehehadseenit.
"Lady,Idon’tintendtostickmyneckout,"hesaid.
"Hemeans,"saidthefireman,"thatourjob’stowaitfororders."
"Yourjobistorunthistrain."
"Notagainstaredlight.Ifthelightsaysstop,westop."
"Aredlightmeansdanger,lady,"saidthepassenger.
"We’renottakinganychances,"saidtheengineer. "Whoever’sresponsibleforit,he’llswitchtheblametousifwemove. Sowe’renotmovingtillsomebodytellsusto."
"Andifnobodydoes?"
"Somebodywillturnupsoonerorlater."
"Howlongdoyouproposetowait?"
Theengineershrugged. "WhoisJohnGalt?"
"Hemeans,"saidthefireman,"don’taskquestionsnobodycananswer.