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The John Galt line
Theslacksstressedthelonglinesofhislegs,thelight,firmpostureofstandingwithouteffortorbeingreadytoswingforwardataninstant’snotice;theshortsleevesstressedthegauntstrengthofhisarms;theopenshirtbaredthetightskinofhischest.
Sheturnedaway,realizingsuddenlythatshehadbeenglancingbackathimtoooften.Butthisdayhadnotiestopastorfuture—herthoughtswerecutofffromimplications—shesawnofurthermeaning,onlytheimmediateintensityofthefeelingthatshewasimprisonedwithhim,sealedtogetherinthesamecubeofair,theclosenessofhispresenceunderscoringherawarenessofthisday,ashisrailsunderscoredtheflightofthetrain.
Sheturneddeliberatelyandglancedback.Hewaslookingather.
Hedidnotturnaway,butheldherglance,coldlyandwithfullintention.
Shesmileddefiantly,notlettingherselfknowthefullmeaningofhersmile,knowingonlythatitwasthesharpestblowshecouldstrikeathisinflexibleface.Shefeltasuddendesiretoseehimtrembling,totearacryoutofhim.Sheturnedherheadaway,slowly,feelingarecklessamusement,wonderingwhyshefounditdifficulttobreathe.
Shesatleaningbackinherchair,lookingahead,knowingthathewasasawareofherasshewasofhim.Shefoundpleasureinthespecialself-consciousnessitgaveher.
