Атлант расправил плечи

           Hispartnerwasachemist,sohewentintoagricultureandhe’sproducedachemicalfertilizerthat’sdoubledsomeofthecropsaroundhere—didyoumentionpotatoes?—potatoes,inparticular."

           "Thensomebodycouldputyououtofbusiness,too?"

           "Sure.Anytime.Iknowonemanwhocouldandprobablywill,whenhegetshere.But,boy!—I’dworkforhimasacindersweeper.He’dblastthroughthisvalleylikearocket.He’dtripleeverybody’sproduction."

           "Who’sthat?"

           "HankRearden."

           "Yes..."shewhispered,"Ohyes!"

           Shewonderedwhathadmadehersayitwithsuchimmediatecertainty.Shefelt,simultaneously,thatHankRearden’spresenceinthisvalleywasimpossible—andthatthiswashisplace,peculiarlyhis,thiswastheplaceofhisyouth,ofhisstart,and,together,theplacehehadbeenseekingallhislife,thelandhehadstruggledtoreach,thegoalofhistorturedbattle...Itseemedtoherthatthespiralsofflametingedfogweredrawingtimeintoanoddcircle—andwhileadimthoughtwentfloatingthroughhermindlikethestreamerofanunfollowedsentence:Toholdanunchangingyouthistoreach,attheend,thevisionwithwhichonestarted—sheheardthevoiceofatrampinadiner,saying,"JohnGaltfoundthefountainofyouthwhichhewantedtobringdowntomen.Onlyhenevercameback...becausehefoundthatitcouldn’tbebroughtdown.