one of my favorite passages...
Toohey: Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don'tyou tell me what you think of me. In any words you wish. No one will hear us.
Roark: But I don't think of you.
[Toohey's face had an expression of attentiveness, of listening quietly to something as simple as fate. He remained silent, and Roark asked:]
Roark: What did you want me to say?
[Toohey looked at him, and then at the bare trees around them, at the river far below, at the great rise of the sky beyond the river.]
Toohey: Nothing
[He walked away, his steps creaking on the gravel in the silence, sharp and even, like the cracks of an engines;s pistons. Roark stood alone in the empty driveway, looking at the building.]
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