Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
ButIdidnotintendtoseeyouortellyouaboutitorgiveittoyouuntilmuchlater."
"Thenwhydidyou?"
"BecauseIcouldn’tstanditanylonger."
"Standwhat?"
"IthoughtthatIhadseeneverythingonecouldseeandthattherewasnothingIcouldnotstandseeing.ButwhentheytookReardenMetalawayfromyou,itwastoomuch,evenforme.Iknowthatyoudon’tneedthisgoldatpresent.Whatyouneedisthejusticewhichitrepresents,andtheknowledgethattherearemenwhocareforjustice."
Strugglingnottogiveintoanemotionwhichhefeltrisingthroughhisbewilderment,pastallhisdoubts,Reardentriedtostudytheman’sface,searchingforsomecluetohelphimunderstand.Butthefacehadnoexpression;ithadnotchangedoncewhilespeaking;itlookedasifthemanhadlostthecapacitytofeellongago,andwhatremainedofhimwereonlyfeaturesthatseemedimplacableanddead.Withashudderofastonishment,Reardenfoundhimselfthinkingthatitwasnotthefaceofaman,butofanavengingangel.
"Whydidyoucare?"askedRearden."WhatdoImeantoyou?"
"Muchmorethanyouhavereasontosuspect.AndIhaveafriendtowhomyoumeanmuchmorethanyouwilleverlearn.Hewouldhavegivenanythingtostandbyyoutoday.Buthecan’tcometoyou.SoIcameinhisplace."
"Whatfriend?"
"Iprefernottonamehim.
