Taggart turned, startled by the unprecedented phenomenon of an implacable anger in Eddie’s voice.
There was no sparkle of life in his face, no hint of amusement; the face had become implacable.
She tried to think; but the music remained on the edge of her mind and she kept hearing it, in full chords, like the implacable steps of something that could not be stopped…… She shook her head angrily, jerked her hat off and lighted a cigarette.
"The first one to come," said Bill Brent implacably, "will be Number 236, the fast freight from San Francisco, which is due at Winston at seven-eighteen A.M."
His glance had changed; it was watchful, unmoving, implacably perceptive.
He had thought of himself as ruthless, but he knew that he could not match this level, naked, implacable look, dead to all feeling but justice.
He got up, he stood, hands in pockets, his face in the light-and she saw him smile with the easy, effortless, implacable amusement of certainty.
But the face had no expression; it had not changed once while speaking; it looked as if the man had lost the capacity to feel long ago, and what remained of him were only features that seemed implacable and dead.
Your ideal had an implacable enemy, which your code of morality was designed to destroy.
I’m …. Mr. Galt," he asked, noticing that Galt was looking off at the distance beyond the window and that his eyes were suddenly implacable, "what’s the matter?
From the screen, the face of John Galt was looking at the nation, the face without pain or fear or guilt, implacable by virtue of serenity, invulnerable by virtue of self-esteem.
Dagny heard a cold, implacable voice saying somewhere within her: Remember it-remember it well-it is not often that one can see pure evil-look at it-remember-and some day you’ll find the words to name its essence…… She heard it through the screaming of other voices that cried in helpless violence: It’s nothing-I’ve heard it before —I’m hearing it everywhere-it’s nothing but the same old tripewhy can’t I stand it?-I can’t stand it-I can’t stand it!
He wore a gray suit, he had pale blue eyes and blond hair; it was not the colors that made his figure seem icily implacable, it was the fact that the suit had an expensive simplicity seldom flaunted these days, that it belonged in the sternly luxurious office of a rich corporation, that his bearing came from a civilized era and clashed with the place around him.
Wiping out the rest, filling her consciousness, leaving no room for words, no time for wonder, as a glaring answer to the questions she had not begun to ask, stood two pictures: Ellis Wyatt’s implacable figure in front of her desk, saying, "It is now in your power to destroy me; I may have to go; but if I go, I’ll make sure that I take all the rest of you along with me"and the circling violence of Ellis Wyatt’s body when he flung a glass to shatter against the wall.
She had found it, everything she had ever wanted, it was here in this room, reached and hers-but the price was that net of rail behind her, the rail that would vanish, the bridges that would crumble, the signal lights that would go out…… And yet …. Everything I had ever wanted, she thought-looking away from the figure of a man with sun-colored hair and implacable eyes.
She had been aware of Galt’s face, she had been seeing, in the shape of his mouth, in the planes of his cheeks, the crackup of that implacable serenity which had always been his, but he still retained it in his look of acknowledging the breach, of admitting that this moment was too much even for him.
You’ll have to hear about it," said Galt; it was that ruthless tone, peculiarly his, which sounded implacable by being simple, devoid of any emotional value, save the quality of respect for facts.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said a voice that came from the radio receiver-a man’s clear, calm, implacable voice, the kind of voice that had not been heard on the airwaves for years-"Mr. Thompson will not speak to you tonight.
…She kept seeing the face of Hank Rearden, as he had stood at the window of his office, watching a crane move against the sky with a load of green-blue rail…… Don’t let it hurt him like this —was the plea in her mind, addressed to no one-don’t let him hear of it, don’t let him know…… Then she saw another face, a face with unflinching green eyes, saying to her, in a voice made implacable by the quality of respect for facts: "You’ll have to hear about it…. You’ll hear about every wreck.
There are no more uses of "implacable" in the book.