'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.
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