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Atlas Shrugged

Who is John Galt?

The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bums face.

The bum had said it simply, without expression.

Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincolns Inn Hall.

Which the Lord Chancellor did.

On his mid-day constitutional.

He had successfully avoided meeting his landlady on the staircase.

He was less successful in avoiding the ill-tempered T. rex who lived under K. bridge.

Moby-Dick

Eat me, Ischioceratops.

Remembrance of Things Past

For a long time I used to go to bed early.

A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air.

He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

Introibo ad altare Dei.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

Pterodactylus antiquus!