The thoughts of a stuttering fool are often the thoughts unheard. These thoughts would probably strip the title of fool from him since they have been made by someone who spends most of their time listening instead of talking.-SF
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In the summer days and in the heavy stillness of the evenings of the city, there were moments when a lonely man or woman- on a park bench, on a street corner, at an open window- would see in a newspaper a brief mention of the progress of the John Galt Line, and would look at the city with a sudden stab of hope. They were the very young, who felt that it was the kind of event they longed to see happening in the world-or the very old, who had seen a world in which such events did happen. They did not care about railroads, they knew nothing about business, they knew only that someone was fighting against great odds and winning. They did not admire the fighters purpose, they believed the voices of public opinion- and yet, when they read the Line was growing, they felt a moments sparkle and wondered why it made their own problems seem easier. -Atlas Shrugged.