Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
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"Whynot?Iwantittobeinherpresence,sincethisistheoneplaceyouhadnorighttocome.Ihavenothinglefttoprotectfromyou,you’vetakenmorethanthelooterscanevertake,you’vedestroyedeverythingyou’vetouched,buthereisonethingyou’renotgoingtotouch."HeknewthattherigidabsenceofemotioninFrancisco’sfacewasthestrongestevidenceofemotion,theevidenceofsomeabnormaleffortatcontrol—heknewthatthiswastortureandthathe,Rearden,wasdrivenblindlybyafeelingwhichresembledatorturer’senjoyment,exceptthathewasnowunabletotellwhetherhewastorturingFranciscoorhimself."You’reworsethanthelooters,becauseyoubetraywithfullunderstandingofthatwhichyou’rebetraying.Idon’tknowwhatformofcorruptionisyourmotive—butIwantyoutolearnthattherearethingsbeyondyourreach,beyondyouraspirationoryourmalice."
"Youhavenothing...tofearfromme...now."
"Iwantyoutolearnthatyouarenottothinkofher,nottolookather,nottoapproachher.Ofallmen,it’syouwho’renottoappearinherpresence."Heknewthathewasdrivenbyadesperateangerathisownfeelingforthisman,thatthefeelingstilllived,thatitwasthisfeelingwhichhehadtooutrageanddestroy."Whateveryourmotive,it’sfromanycontactwithyouthatshehastobeprotected."
"IfIgaveyoumyword—"Hestopped.
Reardenchuckled.
