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“A faint glow streamed from behind the buildings into the sky, the reflection of thousands of unknown lights, the electric breath of the city. She wanted to rest. To rest, she thought, and to find enjoyment some-where. Her work was all she had or wanted. But there were times, like to-night, when she felt that sudden, peculiar emptiness, which was not emptiness, but silence, not despair, but immobility, as if nothing within her were destroyed, but everything stood still. Then she felt the wish to find a moment's joy outside, the wish to be held as a passive spectator by some work or sight of greatness. Not to make it, she thought, but to ac-cept; not to begin, but to respond; not to create, but to admire. I need it to let me go on, she thought, because joy is one's fuel.” — Ayn Rand