Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
"Ithinkthisdamntrainisgoingslower,"saidKipChalmers."Thosebastardsareslowingdown,inspiteofwhatItoldthem!"
"Well...it’sthemountains,youknow..."saidLesterTuck.
"Mountainsbedamned!Lester,whatdayisthis?Withallthosedamnchangesoftime,Ican’ttellwhich—"
"It’sMaytwenty-seventh,"sighedLesterTuck.
"It’sMaytwenty-eighth,"saidGilbertKeith-Worthing,glancingathiswatch."Itisnowtwelveminutespastmidnight."
"Jesus!"criedChalmers."Thentherallyistoday?"
"Yep,"saidLesterTuck.
"Wewon’tmakeit!We—"
Thetraingaveasharperlurch,knockingtheglassoutofhishand.
Thethinsoundofitscrashagainstthefloormixedwiththescreechofthewheel-flangestearingagainsttherailofasharpcurve.
"Isay,"askedGilbertKeith-Worthingnervously,"areyourrailroadssafe?"
"Hell,yes!"saidKipChalmers."We’vegotsomanyrules,regulationsandcontrolsthatthosebastardswouldn’tdarenottobesafe!...Lester,howfararewenow?What’sthenextstop?"
"Therewon’tbeanystoptillSaltLakeCity."
"Imean,what’sthenextstation?"
LesterTuckproducedasoiledmap,whichhehadbeenconsultingeveryfewminutessincenightfall.
