Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
ThatistheloveIamserving—andifIshouldlosemylife,towhatbetterpurposecouldIgiveit?"
Themanwhohadlostthecapacitytofeel?—thoughtRearden,andknewthattheausterityofthemarblefacewastheformofadisciplinedcapacitytofeeltoodeeply.Theevenvoicewascontinuingdispassionately:"Iwantedyoutoknowthis.Iwantedyoutoknowitnow,whenitmostseemtoyouthatyou’reabandonedatthebottomofapitamongsubhumancreatureswhoareallthat’sleftofmankind.Iwantedyoutoknow,inyourmosthopelesshour,thatthedayofdeliveranceismuchcloserthanyouthink.AndtherewasonespecialreasonwhyIhadtospeaktoyouandtellyoumysecretaheadofthepropertime.
HaveyouheardofwhathappenedtoOrrenBoyle’ssteelmillsonthecoastofMaine?"
"Yes,"saidRearden—andwasshockedtohearthatthewordcameasagaspoutofthesuddenjoltofeagernesswithinhim."Ididn’tknowwhetheritwastrue."
"It’strue.Ididit.Mr.BoyleisnotgoingtomanufactureReardenMetalonthecoastofMaine.Heisnotgoingtomanufactureitanywhere.Neitherisanyotherlootinglousewhothinksthatadirectivecangivehimarighttoyourbrain.
