Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
"Ican’tstandbyandwatchwhattheydidatthattunnel.Ican’tacceptwhatthey’reallaccepting—Francisco,it’sthethingwethoughtsomonstrous,youandI!—thebeliefthatdisastersareone’snaturalfate,tobeborne,notfought.Ican’tacceptsubmission.Ican’taccepthelplessness.Ican’tacceptrenunciation.Solongasthere’sarailroadlefttorun,I’llrunit."
"Inordertomaintainthelooters’world?"
"Inordertomaintainthelaststripofmine."
"Dagny,"hesaidslowly,"Iknowwhyonelovesone’swork.Iknowwhatitmeanstoyou,thejobofrunningtrains.Butyouwouldnotrunthemiftheywereempty.Dagny,whatisityouseewhenyouthinkofamovingtrain?"
Sheglancedatthecity."Thelifeofamanofabilitywhomighthaveperishedinthatcatastrophe,butwillescapethenextone,whichI’llprevent—amanwhohasanintransigentmindandanunlimitedambition,andisinlovewithhisownlife...thekindofmanwhoiswhatwewerewhenwestarted,youandI.Yougavehimup.Ican’t."
Heclosedhiseyesforaninstant,andthetighteningmovementofhismouthwasasmile,asmilesubstitutingforamoanofunderstanding,amusementandpain.Heasked,hisvoicegravelygentle,"Doyouthinkthatyoucanstillservehim—thatkindofman—byrunningtherailroad?"
"Yes."
"Allright,Dagny.Iwon’ttrytostopyou.
