Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
Youknow,Dagny,weweretaughtthatsomethingsbelongtoGodandotherstoCaesar.PerhapstheirGodwouldpermitit.Butthemanyousaywe’reserving—hedoesnotpermitit.Hepermitsnodividedallegiance,nowarbetweenyourmindandyourbody,nogulfbetweenyourvaluesandyouractions,notributestoCaesar.HepermitsnoCaesars."
"Fortwelveyears,"shesaidsoftly,"IwouldhavethoughtitinconceivablethattheremightcomeadaywhenIwouldhavetobegyourforgivenessonmyknees.NowIthinkit’spossible.IfIcometoseethatyou’reright,Iwill.Butnotuntilthen."
"Youwill.Butnotonyourknees."
Hewaslookingather,asifhewereseeingherbodyasshestoodbeforehim,eventhoughhiseyesweredirectedatherface,andhisglancetoldherwhatformofatonementandsurrenderhewasseeinginthefuture.Shesawtheefforthemadetolookaway,hishopethatshehadnotseenhisglanceorunderstoodit,hissilentstruggle,betrayedbythetensionofafewmusclesundertheskinofhisface—thefacesheknewsowell,"Untilthen,Dagny,rememberthatwe’reenemies.Ididn’twanttotellyouthis,butyou’rethefirstpersonwhoalmoststeppedintoheavenandcamebacktoearth.You’veglimpsedtoomuch,soyouhavetoknowthisclearly.It’syouthatI’mfighting,notyourbrotherJamesorWesleyMouch.It’syouthatIhavetodefeat.Iamouttoendallthethingsthataremostprecioustoyourightnow.
