“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!