Page 1038

'She observed that there was no terror in their faces; she saw hints of it, but it looked like a perfunctory terror. Their expressions ranged from blank apathy to the relieved look of cheats who believed that the game could end no other way and were making no effort to contest it or regret it--to the petulant blindness of Lawson, who refused to be conscious of anything--to the peculiar intensity of Jim, whose face suggested a secret smile.'

Hopefully it's clear that I chose to go for the 'cheat' look here.

Page 1029 (3)

'When the image of Mouch held the screen, these faces were relaxed in bored contentment, which was not pleasure, but the comfort of license, of knowing that nothing was demanded of them and nothing was firm or certain.'

This was a pretty intense couple of pages. Lots of faces. All very significant.

Page 1029 (2)

'She saw a few faces who seemed to care. They were looking at Galt with a desperate plea, with a wistfully tragic admiration--and with hands lying limply on the tables before them.'

I may have been able to get my hands in this shot as well, but it would have been harder to get a good look at my face, and remember, it's the faces that I focus on in this blog. Don't worry though, I can assure you that my hands were lying limply on the table. I'm a professional.

Page 1029

'She looked at the faces in the ballroom. They were nervously blank; they showed nothing but the sagging weight of lethargy and the staleness of a chronic fear. They were looking at Galt and at Mouch, as if unable to perceive any difference between them or to feel concern if a difference existed, their empty, uncritical, unvaluing stare declaring: "Who am I to know?"'

Page 1028

'He looked as if his perceptive eyes were studying the men outside this room, the men who were seeing him across the country; one could not tell whether he was listening: no reaction altered the composure of his face.'