She had always been...the motive power of her own happiness. For once, she wanted to feel herself carried by the power of someone else's achievement. As men on a dark prairie liked to see the lighted windows of a train going past...the sight of power and purpose that gave them reassurance in the midst of empty miles and night--so she wanted to feel it for a moment, a brief greeting, a single glimpse, just to wave her arm and say: Someone is going somewhere.
(Related: This is pretty funny.)
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