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The Sacred and the Profane
Who’llwanttostopthingsnow?Who’lllistentothebilge?There’salobbyofthebetterkindofmenworkingInWashingtonrightthismoment.They’regoingtogettheEqualizationBillscrappedatthenextsession."
"I...Ihopeso."
"I’vehadaterribletime,theselastfewweeks,gettingthenewfurnacesstarted,butit’sallsetnow,they’rebeingbuilt,Icansitbackandtakeiteasy.Icansitatmydesk,rakeinthemoney,loaflikeabum,watchtheordersfortheMetalpouringinandplayfavoritesailovertheplace...Say,what’sthefirsttrainyou’vegotforPhiladelphiatomorrowmorning?"
"Oh,Idon’tknow."
"Youdon’t?What’stheuseofanOperatingVice-President?Ihavetobeatthemillsbyseventomorrow.Gotanythingrunningaroundsix?"
"Five-thirtyA.M.isthefirstone,Ithink."
"Willyouwakemeupintimetomakeitorwouldyouratherorderthetrainheldforme?"
"I’llwakeyouup."
"Ok."
Shesat,watchinghimasheremainedsilent.Hehadlookedtiredwhenhecamein;thelinesofexhaustionweregonefromhisfacenow.
"Dagny,"heaskedsuddenly;histonehadchanged,therewassomehidden,earnestnoteinhisvoice,"whydidn’tyouwanttoseemeinpublic?"
"Idon’twanttobepartofyour...officiallife.
