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           Butdon’tyouseethatit’svicious?...Whathonor?Idon’tknowwhatitisthatIreallyam:aclown,aghost,anunderstudyorjustarottenstooge.WhenIsitinheroffice,inherchair,atherdesk,Ifeelworsethanthat:Ifeellikeamurderer...Sure,IknowthatI’msupposedtobeastoogeforher—andthatwouldbeanhonor—but...butIfeelasifinsomehorriblewaywhichIcan’tquitegrasp,I’mastoogeforJimTaggart.Whyshoulditbenecessaryforhertohaveastooge?Whydoesshehavetohide?Whydidtheythrowheroutofthebuilding?Doyouknowthatshehadtomoveoutintoadinkyholeinthebackalley,acrossfromourExpressandBaggageEntrance?Yououghttotakealookatitsometime,that’stheofficeofJohnGalt,Inc.

           Yeteverybodyknowsthatit’sshewho’sstillrunningTaggartTranscontinental.Whydoesshehavetohidethemagnificentjobshe’sdoing?

           Whyaretheygivinghernocredit?Whyaretheyrobbingherofherachievement—withmeasthereceiverofstolengoods?Whyaretheydoingeverythingintheirpowertomakeitimpossibleforhertosucceed,whenshe’sallthey’vegotstandingbetweenthemanddestruction?Whyaretheytorturingherinreturnforsavingtheirlives?...What’sthematterwithyou?Whydoyoulookatmelikethat?...Yes,Iguessyouunderstand...There’ssomethingaboutitallthatIcan’tdefine,andit’ssomethingevil.That’swhyI’mafraid...Idon’tthinkonecangetawaywithit...