It seemed to her that some destroyer was moving soundlessly through the country and the lights were dying at his touch – someone, she thought bitterly, who had reversed the principle of the Twentieth Century motor and was now turning kinetic energy into static. (220.127.116.11)
People were running out, running to telephones, running to one another, clutching or pushing the bodies around them at random. These men, the most powerful men in the country...had become a pile of rubble, clattering in the wind of panic, the rubble left of a structure when its key pillar had been cut.
. . . Three persons stood immovably still, like three pillars spaced through the room, the lines of their sight cutting across the spread of the wreckage: Dagny, looking at Francisco – Francisco and Rearden, looking at each other. (18.104.22.1683-357)
"We'll be safe for the first time in centuries. Everybody will know his place and job.... Why should we permit them to blast the ground from under our feet every few steps? Why should we be kept on the go in eternal uncertainty?" (22.214.171.124)