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>what extent she had heard but not listened to, heard him but couldn’t believe her ears or pretending not to have heard him, in objective terms haphazardly kept the channel of communication open. A “Pardon?” which, despite his initial astonishment, didn’t take him long to realize that, if nothing else, offered him – just like a scratch card does – anoth-er free try, which wasn’t exactly up to him whether he’d take advantage of or not, so the only question was how. “Such a spunky devil this Ayn Rand, isn’t she? Don’t you think?” he asked this time, not giving it much thought, in no time extorting a smile from her. He was cheering massively within.

Half an hour later he was also extorting, much like vicomte de Valmont stole one by one Madame de Tourvel’s clothes (pg.121), her name, the transition to first-name basis, the promise to see each other again and her phone number.

A little while later, just when they had said their good-byes, his gaze accompanied her all the way to the bookstore’s exit, coldly evaluating her silhouette, not without a certain amount of anxiety just in case, at the very last moment, he discovered any defects. He was