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The John Galt line
Shethought:Tofindafeelingthatwouldhold,astheirsum,astheirfinalexpression,thepurposeofallthethingsshelovedonearth...Tofindaconsciousnesslikeherown,whowouldbethemeaningofherworld,asshewouldbeofhis...No,notFranciscod’Anconia,notHankRearden,notanymanshehadevermetoradmired...Amanwhoexistedonlyinherknowledgeofhercapacityforanemotionshehadneverfelt,butwouldhavegivenherlifetoexperience...Shetwistedherselfinaslow,faintmovement,herbreastspressedtothedesk;shefeltthelonginginhermuscles,inthenervesofherbody.
Isthatwhatyouwant?Isitassimpleasthat?—shethought,butknewthatitwasnotsimple.Therewassomeunbreakablelinkbetweenherloveforherworkandthedesireofherbody;asifonegavehertherighttotheother,therightandthemeaning;asifonewerethecompletionoftheother—andthedesirewouldneverbesatisfied,exceptbyabeingofequalgreatness.
Herfacepressedtoherarm,shemovedherhead,shakingitslowlyinnegation.Shewouldneverfindit.Herownthoughtofwhatlifecouldbelike,wasallshewouldeverhaveoftheworldshehadwanted.Onlythethoughtofit—andafewraremoments,likeafewlightsreflectedfromitonherway—toknow,tohold,tofollowtotheend...
Sheraisedherhead.
Onthepavementofthealley,outsideherwindow,shesawtheshadowofamanwhostoodatthedoorofheroffice.
