Both men disliked Roark. He was usually disliked, from the first sight of his face, anywhere he went. His face was closed like the door of a safety vault; things locked in safety vaults are valuable; men did not care to feel that. He was a cold, disquieting presence in the room; his presence had a strange quality: it made itself felt and yet it made them feel that he was not there; or perhaps that he was and they weren't (52).
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Love the simile of Roark's face to the door of a safety vault. You would need a key to open it, or you would need to break the door.
My goal is to get to page 315 where Jack left off. It's the last fold in the book. I'm on page 61.
