I THE THEME
II THE CHAIN
III THE TOP AND THE BOTTOM
IV THE IMMOVABLE MOVERS
V THE CLIMAX OF THE D'ANCONIAS
VI THE NON-COMMERCIAL
VII THE EXPLOITERS AND THE EXPLOITED
VIII THE JOHN GALT LINE
IX THE SACRED AND THE PROFANE
X WYATT'S TORCH
I THE MAN WHO BELONGED ON EARTH
II THE ARISTOCRACY OF PULL
III WHITE BLACKMAIL
IV THE SANCTION OF THE VICTIM
V ACCOUNT OVERDRAWN
VI MIRACLE METAL
VII THE MORATORIUM ON BRAINS
VIII BY OUR LOVE
IX THE FACE WITHOUT PAIN OR FEAR OR GUILT
X THE SIGN OF THE DOLLAR
A IS A
II THE UTOPIA OF GREED
V THEIR BROTHERS' KEEPERS
VI THE CONCERTO OF DELIVERANCE
VII "THIS IS JOHN GALT SPEAKING"
VIII THE EGOIST
IX THE GENERATOR
X IN THE NAME OF THE BEST WITHIN US
"Who is John Galt?"
The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bum's face. The bum had said it simply, without expression. But from the sunset far at the end of the street, yellow glints caught his eyes, and the eyes looked straight at Eddie Willers, mocking and still-as if the question had been addressed to the causeless uneasiness within him.
"Why did you say that?" asked Eddie Willers, his voice tense.
The bum leaned against the side of the doorway; a wedge of broken glass behind him reflected the metal yellow of the sky.
"Why does it bother you?" he asked.
"It doesn't," snapped Eddie Willers.
He reached hastily into his pocket. The bum had stopped him and asked for a dime, then had gone on talking, as if to kill that moment and postpone the problem of the next. Pleas for dimes were so frequent in the streets these days that it was not necessary to listen to explanations, and he had no desire to hear the details of this bum's particular despair.
"Go get your cup of coffee," he said,...