She was not free any longer. Each step through the streets hurt her now. She was tied to him—and he was tied to every part of the city. He was a nameless worker doing some nameless job, lost in these crowds, dependant on them, to be hurt by any one of them, to be shared by her with the whole city. She hated the thought of him on the sidewalks people had used. She hated the thought of a clerk handing him a pack of cigarettes across the counter. She hated the elbows touching his elbows on a subway train.

– From Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead. 

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