I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.

Te lupti cu vise? Te certi cu umbre? Te misti ca intr-un somn adanc? Timpul a trecut. Viata ti s-a luat. Te-ai amarat cu fleacuri. Esti victima nesabuintei tale.

Grownups know things,” said Piggy. “They ain’t afraid of the dark. They’d meet and have tea and discuss. Then things ’ud be all right—

Wynand’s face was more than the face of a stranger: a stranger’s face is an unapproached potentiality, to be opened if one makes the choice and effort; this was a face known, closed and never to be reached again.

Written By Ayn Rand

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