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The Exploiters and the Exploited
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Hestartedlaughing.Helaughed,notlookingather,andshefeltstrangelycertainthathehadforgottenher,thathewasfaraway,thathewaslaughing—infuriousgaietyandbitterness—atsomethinginwhichshehadnopart.
Whenheturnedtoher,hesaidearnestly,"Dagny,Iwouldn’t,ifIwereyou."
Sheshrugged."Jimdidn’tlikeit,either."
"Whatdoyoulikeaboutit?"
"Ihateit!Ihatethedoomyou’reallwaitingfor,thegivingup,andthatsenselessquestionthatalwayssoundslikeacryforhelp.I’msickofhearingpleasforJohnGalt.I’mgoingtofighthim."
Hesaidquietly,"Youare."
"I’mgoingtobuildarailroadlineforhim.Lethimcomeandclaimit!"
Hesmiledsadlyandnodded:"Hewill."
Theglowofpouredsteelstreamedacrosstheceilingandbrokeagainstonewall.Reardensatathisdesk,inthelightofasinglelamp.Beyonditscircle,thedarknessoftheofficeblendedwiththedarknessoutside.Hefeltasifitwereemptyspacewheretheraysofthefurnacesmovedatwill;asifthedeskwerearafthanginginmid-air,holdingtwopersonsimprisonedinprivacy.Dagnysatinfrontofhisdesk.
Shehadthrownhercoatoff,andshesatoutlinedagainstit,aslim,tensebodyinagraysuit,leaningdiagonallyacrossthewidearmchair.
