“Dagny heard a cold, implacable voice saying somewhere within her: Remember it - remember it well - it is not often that one can see pure evil - look at it - remember - and some day you’ll find the words to name its essence… She heard it through the screaming of other voices that cried in helpless violence: It’s nothing - i’ve heard it before - i’m hearing it everywhere - it’s nothing but the same old tripe - why can’t I stand it? I can’t stand it - I can’t stand it!