Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
Youknow,Ineverthoughtyoucaredwhetheryousawmeornot,meoranybody,youseemedsocompleteinyourself,andthat’swhyIlikedtotalktoyou,becauseIfeltthatyoualwaysunderstood,butnothingcouldhurtyou—youlookedasifnothinghadeverhurtyou—anditmademefeelfree,asif...asiftherewerenopainintheworld...Doyouknowwhat’sstrangeaboutyourface?Youlookasifyou’veneverknownpainorfearorguilt...I’msorryI’msolatetonight.Ihadtoseeheroff—shehasjustleft,ontheComet...Yes,tonight,justnow.
...Yes,she’sgone...Yes,itwasasuddendecision—withinthepasthour.Sheintendedtoleavetomorrownight,butsomethingunexpectedhappenedandshehadtogoatonce...Yes,she’sgoingtoColorado—afterwards...ToUtah—first...BecauseshegotaletterfromQuentinDanielsthathe’squitting—andtheonethingshewon’tgiveup,couldn’tstandtogiveup,isthemotor.Youremember,themotorItoldyouabout,theremnantthatshefound...Daniels?
He’saphysicistwho’sbeenworkingforthepastyear,attheUtahInstituteofTechnology,tryingtosolvethesecretofthemotorandtorebuildit...Whydoyoulookatmelikethat?...No,Ihaven’ttoldyouabouthimbefore,becauseitwasasecret.Itwasaprivate,secretprojectofherown—andofwhatinterestwouldithavebeentoyou,anyway?...IguessIcantalkaboutitnow,becausehe’squit...Yes,hetoldherhisreasons.
