The Fountainhead: Ellsworth M. Toohey: 5

Dominique has returned to New York. She takes long walks and imagines fear on the faces of all the passers-by. She is no longer free; Roark has affected her. She goes to the Banner to resign her job, which she hates, but then she stops to think: Resigning would amount to letting Roark control her (?), while keeping her job would be a defiance of Roark's control—which would really be another form of control, dang it. Since keeping her job makes her life more difficult than letting it go, she decides to keep the job after all. So there.

Toohey comes into her office and shows her a newspaper clipping with a drawing of the Enright House. Her reaction: The designer should kill himself, because building such a perfect thing means that it will be degraded by contact with humans.

Mallory is on trial for the attack on Toohey. The latter appears in court and pleads for leniency for the accused. Mallory gets off lightly: He is convicted and given a two-year suspended sentence. He does not seem pleased.

(And, judging by the dogeared page, this is the point where my book's previous owner laid down the tome, perhaps never to take it up again. I venture into new territory.)

Toohey had urged Keating to form an organization of young architects, and when the group convenes at Toohey's home, Keating is elected chairman. The young people are concerned about injustice, particularly prejudice against the young; surely they deserve a guaranteed job on getting out of college. And oh, those evil rich....

Toohey addresses the group, now called the Council of American Builders. He explains that architects are supremely important, due to their service to their fellow man and their championing of the poor and the homeless.

Ding-dong! Dominique at the door: May I come in, Ellsworth? Ah, I see the man who used to be in love with me is here! Keating: (sputter). Dominique: Why didn't you invite that Howard Roark fellow? Keating and Toohey: (sputter). Dominique: Peter, will you take me home?

On the cab ride, Keating reaches over, takes Dominique's hand, and kisses her wrist. Instead of her usual indifference, she is revulsed. Keating: O - M - G! You've ... been ... with someone! Dominique: Yes, some quarryman. Keating: I will always love you. Dominique: You represent everything I despise, even though you're the best of the world. We must stay apart. If I ever come back to you ... (shudder) ... well, you've been warned.

Gosh, I wonder if anything is being foreshadowed here.