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The Non-commercial
"Idon’tknow...Idon’tknowwhatisrightanymore...Howcanweeverknow?"
"Ohwell,whoisJohnGalt?"
Dagnyturnedbrusquelyandstartedawayfromthem.Oneofthewomenfollowedher.
"ButIdoknowit,"saidthewoman,inthesoft,mysterioustoneofsharingasecret.
"Youknowwhat?"
"IknowwhoisJohnGalt."
"Who?"Dagnyaskedtensely,stopping.
"IknowamanwhoknewJohnGaltinperson.Thismanisanoldfriendofagreat-auntofmine.Hewasthereandhesawithappen.DoyouknowthelegendofAtlantis,MissTaggart?"
"What?"
"Atlantis."
"Why...vaguely."
"TheIslesoftheBlessed.ThatiswhattheGreekscalledit,thousandsofyearsago.TheysaidAtlantiswasaplacewherehero-spiritslivedinahappinessunknowntotherestoftheearth.Aplacewhichonlythespiritsofheroescouldenter,andtheyreacheditwithoutdying,becausetheycarriedthesecretoflifewithinthem.Atlantiswaslosttomankind,eventhen.ButtheGreeksknewthatithadexisted.Theytriedtofindit.Someofthemsaiditwasunderground,hiddenintheheartoftheearth.Butmostofthemsaiditwasanisland.AradiantislandintheWesternOcean.PerhapswhattheywerethinkingofwasAmerica.Theyneverfoundit.Forcenturiesafterward,mensaiditwasonlyalegend.Theydidnotbelieveit,buttheyneverstoppedlookingforit,becausetheyknewthatthatwaswhattheyhadtofind."
"Well,whataboutJohnGalt?"
"Hefoundit."
Dagny’sinterestwasgone.
