Atlas Shrugged


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 Slowly, in answer and in resistance to an unspoken summons, she turned and looked at him.
The look she saw on his face made her know for the first time that she had known this would be the end
of the journey. That look was not as men are taught to represent it, it was not a matter of loose muscles,
hanging lips and mindless hunger. The lines of his face were pulled tight, giving it a peculiar purity, a sharp
precision of form, making it clean and young. His mouth was taut, the lips faintly drawn inward, stressing
the outline of its shape. Only his eyes were blurred, their lower lids swollen and raised, their glance intent
with that which resembled hatred and pain.
The shock became numbness spreading through her body—she felt a tight pressure in her throat and her
stomach—she was conscious of nothing but a silent convulsion that made her unable to breathe. But what
she felt, without words for it, was: Yes, Hank, yes—now—because it is part of the same battle, in some
way that I can't name . . . because it is our being, against theirs . . . our great capacity, for which they
torture us, the capacity of happiness . . . Now, like this, without words or questions . . . because we want
it. . . .
It was like an act of hatred, like the cutting blow of a lash encircling her body: she felt his arms around
her, she felt her legs pulled forward against him and her chest bent back under the pressure of his, his
mouth on hers.
Her hand moved from his shoulders to his waist to his legs, releasing the unconfessed desire of her every
meeting with him. When she tore her mouth away from him, she was laughing soundlessly, in triumph, as
if saying: Hank Rearden—the austere, unapproachable Hank Rearden of the monk like office, the
business conferences, the harsh bargains—do you remember them now?—I'm thinking of it, for the
pleasure of knowing that I've brought you to this. He was not smiling, his face was tight, it was the face of
an enemy, he jerked her head and caught her mouth again, as if he were inflicting a wound.
She felt him trembling and she thought that this was the kind of cry she had wanted to tear from
him—this surrender through the shreds of his tortured resistance. Yet she knew, at the same time, that the
triumph was his, that her laughter was her tribute to him, that her defiance was submission, that the
purpose of all of her violent strength was only to make his victory the greater—he was holding her body
against his, as if stressing his wish to let her know that she was now only a tool for the satisfaction of his
desire—and his victory, she knew, was her wish to let him reduce her to that. Whatever I am, she
thought, whatever pride of person I may hold, the pride of my courage, of my work, of my mind and my
freedom—that is what I offer you for the pleasure of your body, that is what I want you to use in your
service—and that you want it to serve you is the greatest reward I can have.
There were lights burning in the two rooms behind them. He took her wrist and threw her inside his
room, making the gesture tell her that he needed no sign of consent or resistance. He locked the door,
watching her face. Standing straight, holding his glance, she extended her arm to the lamp on the table
and turned out the light. He approached. He turned the light on again, with a single, contemptuous jerk of
his wrist.
She saw him smile for the first time, a slow, mocking, sensual smile that stressed the purpose of his
action.
He was holding her half-stretched across the bed, he was tearing her clothes off. while her face was
pressed against him, her mouth, moving down the line of his neck, down his shoulder. She knew that
every gesture of her desire for him struck him like a blow, that there was some shudder of incredulous
anger within him—yet that no gesture would satisfy his greed for every evidence of her desire.

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