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Wyatt’s torch
Thetortureremainingtohimwastheknowledgethatshewouldneverwanttoleavehimandhewouldneverhavetherighttoleave—thethoughtthatheowedheratleastthefeeblerecognitionofsympathy,ofrespectforafeelinghecouldneitherunderstandnorreturn—theknowledgethathecouldsummonnothingforher,exceptcontempt,astrange,total,unreasoningcontempt,impervioustopity,toreproach,tohisownpleasforjustice—and,hardesttobear,theproudrevulsionagainsthisownverdict,againsthisdemandthatheconsiderhimselflowerthanthiswomanhedespised.
Thenitdidnotmattertohimanylonger,itallrecededintosomeouterdistance,leavingonlythethoughtthathewaswillingtobearanything—leavinghiminastatewhichwasbothtensionandpeace—becausehelayinbed,hisfacepressedtothepillow,thinkingofDagny,ofherslender,sensitivebodystretchedbesidehim,tremblingunderthetouchofhisfingers.HewishedshewerebackinNewYork.Ifshewere,hewouldhavegonethere,now,atonce,inthemiddleofthenight.
EugeneLawsonsatathisdeskasifitwerethecontrolpanelofabomberplanecommandingacontinentbelow.Butheforgotit,attimes,andsloucheddown,hismusclesgoingslackinsidehissuit,asifhewerepoutingattheworld.
