Page 103, Chapter "Peter Keating". Ellsworth Toohey is speaking to a crowd of striking workers while Peter Keating and Toohey's niece, Catherine, are listening to the loudspeaker outside the hall: It was not a voice, it was a miracle. It unrolled as a velvet banner. It spoke English words, but the resonant clarity of each syllable made it sound like a new language spoken for the first time. It was the voice of a giant. Keating stood, his mouth open. He did not hear what the voice was saying. He heard the beauty of the sounds without meaning. He felt...