Атлант расправил плечи

           "Heraisedhissmudgedhand,displayingthegreasystainsasatreasure,andablackdroponthetipofhisfingerflashedlikeageminthesun.

           "Mine,"hesaid."Haveyouletthembeatyouintoforgettingwhatthatwordmeans,whatitfeelslike?Youshouldgiveyourselfachancetorelearnit."

           "You’rehiddeninaholeinthewilderness,"shesaidbleakly,"andyou’reproducingtwohundredbarrelsofoil,whenyoucouldhavefloodedtheworldwithit."

           "Whatfor?Tofeedthelooters?"

           "No!Toearnthefortuneyoudeserve."

           "ButI’mrichernowthanIwasintheworld.What’swealthbutthemeansofexpandingone’slife?There’stwowaysonecandoit:eitherbyproducingmoreorbyproducingitfaster.Andthat’swhatI’mdoing:I’mmanufacturingtime."

           "Whatdoyoumean?"

           "I’mproducingeverythingIneed,I’mworkingtoimprovemymethods,andeveryhourIsaveisanhouraddedtomylife.Itusedtotakemefivehourstofillthattank.Itnowtakesthree.ThetwoIsavedaremine—aspricelesslymineasifImovedmygravetwofurtherhoursawayforeveryfiveI’vegot.It’stwohoursreleasedfromonetask,tobeinvestedinanother—twomorehoursinwhichtowork,togrow,tomoveforward.That’sthesavingsaccountI’mhoarding.