[Dagny] clasped the metal bracelet on her wrist. She liked the feel of the weight against her skin. Inexplicably, she felt a touch of feminine vanity, the kind she had never experienced before: the desire to be seen wearing this particular ornament.

Rand didn't say, later, how many times she stopped her work to look and marvel at it, or try it on again, against her nice sweater, against her cotton top, against the stretched edge of her baggy t-shirt she wore with her pajamas. She didn't say exactly how it felt, nestled warm against her skin, engulfed in the heat that, surprisingly enough, came from her own cold body (that her fingertips, even in summer, were always silly bits of ice). She didn't mention how strange it looked, atop the papers and stacks of crumpled music on Dagny's dresser, how incongruous with the reality that was not a dream, could not be a dream, would not ever stretch so far into reality that the last trace of doubt that it was, in fact, a fantasy would disappear.

She probably didn't mention this because it would have ended up longer than the Galt speech.

Also, I bet the acting vice president of the Taggart Transcontinental Railroad had cooler pajamas.


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