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The Aristocracy of pull
Can’tyougivemethismuch,atthepriceofafewhoursofboredom?Can’tyoubestrongenoughtofulfillyourobligationandtoperformahusband’sduty?Can’tyougothere,notforyourownsake,butmine,notbecauseyouwanttogo,butonlybecauseIwantit?"
Dagny—hethoughtdesperately—Dagny,whohadneversaidawordabouthislifeathome,whohadnevermadeaclaim,utteredareproachoraskedaquestion—hecouldnotappearbeforeherwithhiswife,hecouldnotletherseehimasthehusbandbeingproudlyshownoff—hewishedhecoulddienow,inthismoment,beforehecommittedthisaction—becauseheknewthathewouldcommitit.
Becausehehadacceptedhissecretasguiltandpromisedhimselftotakeitsconsequences—becausehehadgrantedthattherightwaswithLillian,andhewasabletobearanyformofdamnation,butnotabletodenytherightwhenitwasclaimedofhim—becauseheknewthatthereasonforhisrefusaltogo,wasthereasonthatgavehimnorighttorefuse—becauseheheardthepleadingcryinhismind:"OhGod,Lillian,anythingbutthatparty!"andhedidnotallowhimselftobegformercy—hesaidevenly,hisvoicelifelessandfirm:"Allright,Lillian.I’llgo."
Theweddingveilofrose-pointlacecaughtonthesplinteredfloorofhertenementbedroom.CherrylBrookslifteditcautiously,steppingtolookatherselfinacrookedmirrorthathungonthewall.
