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The John Galt line
Onlyhiseyeswereblurred,theirlowerlidsswollenandraised,theirglanceintentwiththatwhichresembledhatredandpain.
Theshockbecamenumbnessspreadingthroughherbody—shefeltatightpressureinherthroatandherstomach—shewasconsciousofnothingbutasilentconvulsionthatmadeherunabletobreathe.Butwhatshefelt,withoutwordsforit,was:Yes,Hank,yes—now—becauseitispartofthesamebattle,insomewaythatIcan’tname...becauseitisourbeing,againsttheirs...ourgreatcapacity,forwhichtheytortureus,thecapacityofhappiness...Now,likethis,withoutwordsorquestions...becausewewantit...
Itwaslikeanactofhatred,likethecuttingblowofalashencirclingherbody:shefelthisarmsaroundher,shefeltherlegspulledforwardagainsthimandherchestbentbackunderthepressureofhis,hismouthonhers.
Herhandmovedfromhisshoulderstohiswaisttohislegs,releasingtheunconfesseddesireofhereverymeetingwithhim.Whenshetorehermouthawayfromhim,shewaslaughingsoundlessly,intriumph,asifsaying:HankRearden—theaustere,unapproachableHankReardenofthemonklikeoffice,thebusinessconferences,theharshbargains—doyourememberthemnow?—I’mthinkingofit,forthepleasureofknowingthatI’vebroughtyoutothis.Hewasnotsmiling,hisfacewastight,itwasthefaceofanenemy,hejerkedherheadandcaughthermouthagain,asifhewereinflictingawound.
