Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
Ijustreceivedyourletter.Justnow.I...Ihadbeenaway."
"Oh."Therewasapause,thenhesaidquietly,"There’sreallynothingmoretobesaidaboutit,MissTaggart."
"Tellme,areyougoingaway?"
"No."
"You’renotplanningtogo?"
"No.Where?"
"DoyouintendtoremainattheInstitute?"
"Yes."
"Forhowlong?Indefinitely?"
"Yes—asfarasIknow."
"Hasanyoneapproachedyou?"
"Aboutwhat?"
"Aboutleaving."
"No.Who?"
"Listen,Daniels,Iwon’ttrytodiscussyourletteroverthephone.
ButImustspeaktoyou.I’mcomingtoseeyou.I’llgetthereasfastasIcan."
"Idon’twantyoutodothat,MissTaggart.Idon’twantyoutogotosuchaneffort,whenit’suseless."
"Givemeachance,won’tyou?Youdon’thavetopromisetochangeyourmind,youdon’thavetocommityourselftoanything—onlytogivemeahearing.IfIwanttocome,it’smyrisk,I’mtakingit.TherearethingsIwanttosaytoyou,I’maskingyouonlyforthechancetosaythem."
"YouknowthatIwillalwaysgiveyouthatchance,MissTaggart."
"I’mleavingforUtahatonce.Tonight.Butthere’sonethingIwantyoutopromiseme.