Page 1015

'She had seen an instant's pause in Mr. Thompson's facial muscles, then a brighter broader smile - like a silent speech declaring that he had not expected it, but was delighted to know what made her tick and that it was the kind of ticking he understood.'

Page 1010

'Mr. Thompson looked at him silently - and Galt saw, in the tightened lips, in the jutting chin, in the narrowed eyes, the look of an adolescent bully about to utter that philosophical argument which is expressed by the sentence: I'll bash your teeth in.'

Page 921

'Eddie Willers glanced at her with a look of bitterly patient astonishment, and stepped close to her side.'

Page 897

'He knew that they understood. He saw, on their faces, that stubbornly evasive look which he had once thought to be the look of a liar cheating a victim, but which he now knew to be worse: the look of a man cheating himself of his own consciousness.'

Page 891

'He did not finish; he looked at the three faces before him, and a sudden smile ended his sentence, a smile of weariness, of pity, of incredulous revulsion.'

Page 886 (2)

'The look in his mother's eyes was half-plea, as if she were begging him not to slap her in the face, half-triumph, as if she had slapped his.'

The only way I seemed to be able to make this work was literally to have one expression on each side of my face. Maybe Hank's mother was actually having a stroke? Not that he would have had any sympathy for her.

Page 886

'He stopped on the threshold. They stood looking at his face and at the open door behind him. Their faces had a look of fear and cunning, the look of that blackmail-through-virtue which he had learned to understand, as if they hoped to get away with it by means of nothing but his pity, to hold him trapped, when a single step back could take him out of their reach.'

Page 854 (2)

'The face of his attorney, an elderly man of the old-fashioned school, wore an expression that made it look as if he longed to take a bath'.

Page 854

'He noticed that the puppets of the courtroom had started by glancing at him in the sly, wise manner of fellow conspirators sharing a common guilt, mutually safe from moral condemnation. Then, when they observed that he was the only man in the room who looked steadily straight at anyone's face, he saw resentment growing in their eyes.'

Picture one is pre-resentment in the eyes, picture two obviously with some level of resentment now in the eyes.

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.'