Atlas Shrugged, Part 2 Chapter 9: The Face Without Pain Or Fear Or Guilt
Summary: Dagny relaxes in her apartment, when d’Anconia appears, to clarify that he will oppose her efforts as long as she supports the Inverted Morality. Rearden arrives and slaps d’Anconia. Dagny receives a letter from Quentin Daniels, saying that he will not continue his work on the motor. Eddie Willers tells John Galt about Daniels.
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Atlas Shrugged was written by Ayn Rand in 1957.
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Atlas Shrugged was written by Ayn Rand in 1957.
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“Of course.”
“Who is it?”
“You.”
She glanced at the city. “The life of a man of ability who might have perished in that catastrophe [i.e., the Taggart Tunnel crash], but will escape the next one, which I’ll prevent – a man who has an intransigent mind and an unlimited ambition, and is in love with his own life… the kind of man who is what we were when we started, you and I. You gave him up. I can’t.”
… “Oh yes,” he said simply, casually, looking at some point in space within the room, almost as if he were seeing a real person. He added, “Why should you be astonished? You said that we were of his kind once, you and I. We still are. But one of us has betrayed him.”
“Yes, she said sternly, “one of us has. We cannot serve him by renunciation.”
“We cannot serve him by making terms with his destroyers.”
“What for, Francisco? You’ve given up. What difference does it make to you whether I perish with the railroad or away from it?”
“I haven’t given up the future.”
“What future?”
“The day when the looters will perish, but we won’t.”
“If Taggart Transcontinental is to perish with the looters, then so am I.”
He did not take his eyes off her face and he did not answer.