It seemed to her that she kept seeing a figure wth a raised arm holding a light, and it looked at times like the statue of liberty, and then it looked like a man with sun streaked hair, holding a lantern against a midnight sky, a red lantern that stopped the movement of the world.

"Don't take it to heart, lady, whatever it is," said the bum, in a tone of exaushted compassion. "Nothings to be done about it anyway....Whats the use, lady? Who is John Galt?"