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           Hecouldnotgraspit,hecouldnotfindthewordstonameit,buthefeltthatthedaywhenhewouldfindthem,hewouldanswereveryquestionofhislife.

           Hestoodagainstthewall,hisheadthrownback,hiseyesclosed,andthoughtofDagny,andthenhefeltthatnoquestionscouldmattertohimanylonger.Hethoughtthathewouldseehertonight,almosthatingit,becausetomorrowmorningseemedsocloseandthenhewouldhavetoleaveher—hewonderedwhetherhecouldremainintowntomorrow,orwhetherheshouldleavenow,withoutseeingher,sothathecouldwait,sothathecouldalwayshaveitaheadofhim:themomentofclosinghishandsoverhershouldersandlookingdownatherface.You’regoinginsane,hethought—butheknewthatifshewerebesidehimthrougheveryhourofhisdays,itwouldstillbethesame,hewouldneverhaveenoughofit,hewouldhavetoinventsomesenselessformoftortureforhimselfinordertobearit—heknewhewouldseehertonight,andthethoughtofleavingwithoutitmadethepleasuregreater,amoment’storturetounderscorehiscertaintyofthehoursahead.