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The Exploiters and the Exploited
Farbelow,ontheshoreoftheHudson,shesawtheroadsheusedtowatchforFrancisco’scar—shesawthecliffovertheriver,wheretheyclimbedtolookforthetowersofNewYork—andsomewherebeyondthewoodswerethetrailsthatledtoRockdaleStation.Theearthwassnow-coverednow,andwhatremainedwasliketheskeletonofthecountrysidesheremembered—athindesignofbarebranchesrisingfromthesnowtothesky.
Itwasgrayandwhite,likeaphotograph,adeadphotographwhichonekeepshopefullyforremembrance,butwhichhasnopowertobringbackanything.
"Whatareyougoingtocallit?"
Sheturned,startled."What?"
"Whatareyougoingtocallyourcompany?"
"Oh...Why,theDagnyTaggartLine,Iguess."
"But...Doyouthinkthat’swise?Itmightbemisunderstood.
TheTaggartmightbetakenas—"
"Well,whatdoyouwantmetocallit?"shesnapped,worndowntoanger."TheMissNobody?TheMadamX?TheJohnGalt?"Shestopped.Shesmiledsuddenly,acold,bright,dangeroussmile."That’swhatI’mgoingtocallit:theJohnGaltLine."
"GoodGod,no!"
"Yes."
"Butit’s...ifsjustacheappieceofslang!"
"Youcan’tmakeajokeoutofsuchaseriousproject!...Youcan’tbesovulgarand...
