Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
Iwillnotreleaseitforanycommercialuse.Therefore,Icannottakeyourmoneyanylonger.
Commercialismissupposedtobedespicable,soallthosepeopleshouldtrulyapproveofmydecision,andI—I’mtiredofhelpingthosewhodespiseme.
Idon’tknowhowlongIwilllastorwhatIwilldointhefuture.
Forthemoment,IintendtoremaininmyjobatthisInstitute.
ButifanyofitstrusteesorreceiversshouldremindmethatIamnowlegallyforbiddentoceasebeingajanitor,Iwillquit.
YouhadgivenmemygreatestchanceandifIamnowgivingyouapainfulblow,perhapsIshouldaskyoutoforgiveme,IthinkthatyouloveyourworkasmuchasIlovedmine,soyouwillknowthatmydecisionwasnoteasytomake,butthatIhadtomakeit.
Itisastrangefeeling—writingthisletter.Idonotintendtodie,butIamgivinguptheworldandthisfeelsliketheletterofasuicide.SoIwanttosaythatofallthepeopleIhaveknown,youaretheonlypersonIregretleavingbehind.
Sincerelyyours,QuentinDaniels.
Whenhelookedupfromtheletter,heheardhersaying,ashehadheardherthroughthewordsofthetypewrittenlines,hervoicerisingclosertodespaireachtime:"Keepringing,Operator!...Pleasekeepringing!"
"Whatcanyoutellhim?"heasked."Therearenoargumentstooffer."
"Iwon’thaveachancetotellhim!He’sgonebynow.
