Атлант расправил плечи
The Utopia of Greed
"A‘conditioned’reflex,Iguess.Iusedtotellhimthatinthosecollegeyears,whenI’dcatchhimsittingonthegroundinmybackyard,oncold,foggyevenings—hewasrecklessthatway,hemademeworry,heshouldhaveknownitwasdangerousand—"
Hestoppedabruptly;hereadinDagny’sstartledeyesthesamethoughtashisown:thethoughtofthekindofdangerstheadultRagnarhadchosentoface.Dr.Akstonshrugged,spreadinghishandsinagestureofhelplessself-mockery.KayLudlowsmiledathiminunderstanding.
"Myhousestoodjustoutsidethecampus,"hecontinued,sighing,"onatallbluffoverLakeErie.Wespentmanyeveningstogether,thefourofus.Wewouldsitjustlikethis,inmybackyard,onthenightsofearlyfallorinthespring,onlyinsteadofthisgranitemountainside,wehadthespreadofthelakebeforeus,stretchingoffintoapeacefullyunlimiteddistance.Ihadtoworkharderonthosenightsthaninanyclassroom,answeringallthequestionsthey’daskme,discussingthekindofissuesthey’draise.Aboutmidnight,Iwouldfixsomehotchocolateandforcethemtodrinkit—theonethingIsuspectedwasthattheynevertooktimetoeatproperly—andthenwe’dgoontalking,whilethelakevanishedintosoliddarknessandtheskyseemedlighterthantheearth.TherewereafewtimeswhenwestayedtheretillInoticedsuddenlythattheskywasturningdarkerandthelakewasgrowingpaleandwewerewithinafewsentencesofdaylight.
