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The Man who belonged on Earth
Hechuckledatherlookofindignation."Don’tbotherbeingangryatthem,"hesaid."It’snoworsethanalltherestofwhatthey’redoingeveryday."
"Hank,doyouwantmetospeaktoDr.Stadleraboutit?"
"Certainlynot!"
"Heoughttostopit.Hecouldatleastdothatmuch."
"I’drathergotojail.Dr.Stadler?You’renothavinganythingtodowithhim,areyou?"
"Isawhimafewdaysago."
"Why?"
"Inregardtothemotor."
"Themotor...?"Hesaiditslowly,inastrangeway,asifthethoughtofthemotorhadsuddenlybroughtbacktohimarealmhehadforgotten."Dagny...themanwhoinventedthatmotor...hedidexist,didn’the?"
"Why...ofcourse.Whatdoyoumean?"
"Imeanonlythat...thatit’sapleasantthought,isn’tit?Evenifhe’sdeadnow,hewasaliveonce...soalivethathedesignedthatmotor..."
"What’sthematter,Hank?"
"Nothing.Tellmeaboutthemotor."
ShetoldhimabouthermeetingwithDr.Stadler.Shegotupandpacedtheroom,whilespeaking;shecouldnotliestill,shealwaysfeltasurgeofhopeandofeagernessforactionwhenshedealtwiththesubjectofthemotor.
