All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

Look, I&#39;ve heard a lot of people talk about me, they say I&#39;m like Marmite. They like me, or they don&#39;t like me.

He stood looking at her. She knew that he did not see her. No, she thought, it was not that exactly. He always looked straight at people and his damnable eyes never missed a thing, it was only that he made people feel as if they did not exist. He just stood looking.

Written By Ayn Rand

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