When she opened her eyes, she saw sunlight, green leaves, and a man’s face.
She thought: I know what this is.
This was the world she had expected to see it at sixteen.– and now she had reached it– and it seemed so simple, so unastonishing, that the thing she felt was like a blessing pronounced upon the universe by means of three words:
But of course.
She was looking up at the face of a man who knelt by her side, and she knew that in all the years behind her, this was what she would have given her life to see: a face that bore no mark of pain or fear or guilt.
— Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)