Атлант расправил плечи
The Climax of the d’Anconias
Therewerenofactoriesintheneighborhood,butFranciscotaughtDagnyandEddietostealridesonTaggarttrainstodistanttowns,wheretheyclimbedfencesintomillyardsorhungonwindowsills,watchingmachineryasotherchildrenwatchedmovies."WhenIrunTaggartTranscontinental..."Dagnywouldsayattimes."WhenIrund‘AnconiaCopper..."saidFrancisco.Theyneverhadtoexplaintheresttoeachother;theykneweachother’sgoalandmotive.
Railroadconductorscaughtthem,onceinawhile.ThenastationmasterahundredmilesawaywouldtelephoneMrs.Taggart:"We’vegotthreeyoungtrampsherewhosaythattheyare—""Yes,"Mrs.Taggartwouldsigh,"theyare.Pleasesendthemback."
"Francisco,"Eddieaskedhimonce,astheystoodbythetracksoftheTaggartstation,"you’vebeenjustabouteverywhereintheworld.What’sthemostimportantthingonearth?""This,"answeredFrancisco,pointingtotheemblemTTonthefrontofanengine.Headded,"IwishIcouldhavemetNatTaggart."
HenoticedDagny’sglanceathim.Hesaidnothingelse.Butminuteslater,whentheywentonthroughthewoods,downanarrowpathofdampearth,fernsandsunlight,hesaid,"Dagny,I’llalwaysbowtoacoat-of-arms.I’llalwaysworshipthesymbolsofnobility.AmInotsupposedtobeanaristocrat?OnlyIdon’tgiveadamnformoth-eatenturretsandtenth-handunicorns.Thecoats-of-armsofourdayaretobefoundonbillboardsandintheadsofpopularmagazines.""Whatdoyoumean?"askedEddie.