Page 785

'She closed her eyes. But there was no suffering in his face, nothing but the immense and quiet happiness of clarity.'

Page 778 (2)

'Dagny noticed the first flicker of feeling in Lillian's lifeless eyes: it resembled pleasure, but so distantly that it looked like sunlight reflected from the dead surface of the moon to the stagnant water of a swamp; it flickered for an instant and went.'

Well I'd like to see you do better.

Page 778

'Dagny was still looking at her, but the intensity had vanished from Dagny's eyes and posture. Lillian wondered why she felt as if Dagny's face were hit by a spotlight. She could detect no particular expression, it was simply a face in natural repose - and the clarity seemed to come from its structure, from the precision of its sharp planes, the firmness of the mouth, the steadiness of the eyes. She could not decipher the expression of the eyes, it seemed incongruous, it resembled the calm, not of a woman, but of a scholar, it had that particular, luminous quality which is the fearlessness of satisfied knowledge.'

Obviously I don't have the precise, sharp planes, nor the firm mouth, of someone who's as much of a force as Dagny. In fact I struggle to even hold my eyes steady, which is no doubt a sign of the desperate repression of the grand truth of capitalism which goes on inside me.

Page 744

'Then she raised her head and, as if she had absorbed his kind of frankness, she looked at him, hiding neither her suffering nor her longing nor her calm, knowing that all three were in her gaze.'

Page 741

'She looked at their faces when Francisco switched on the light in his house. She could not define their expressions, it was not happiness or any emotion pertaining to joy, their faces were taut and solemn, but it was a glowing solemnity - she thought - if this were possible, and the odd glow she felt within her, told her that her own face had the same look.'

Page 738

'Francisco was now silent. He was watching Galt intently, with a frown of wonder, not as if he had found an answer, but as if he had suddenly glimpsed a question.'

Page 738

'Hugh Akston was watching them silently, leaning back in his chair; his face had that look of intensity, neither quite bitterness nor quite a smile, with which a man watches a progression that interests him, but that lags a few steps behind his vision.'

Page 731

'But Galt understood; he glanced at her and the glance was part amusement, part contemptuous reproach.'