Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Green
"Wehavenochoice!"hecried."Nobodyhasanychoice!"
"Getoutofhere,"shesaid,hervoiceveryquietandlow.
Sometonalqualityinthesoundofhervoicestruckthenoteoftheunconfessedwithinhim,asif,neverallowingitintowords,heknewfromwhatknowledgethatsoundhadcome.Hegotout.
SheglancedatEddie;helookedlikeamanwornbyfightingonemoreoftheattacksofdisgustwhichhewaslearningtoendureasachroniccondition.
Afteramoment,heasked,"Dagny,whatbecameofQuentinDaniels?
Youwereflyingafterhim,weren’tyou?"
"Yes,"shesaid."He’sgone."
"Tothedestroyer?"
Thewordhitherlikeaphysicalblow.Itwasthefirsttouchoftheouterworlduponthatradiantpresencewhichshehadkeptwithinherallday,asasilent,changelessvision,aprivatevision,nottobeaffectedbyanyofthethingsaroundher,nottobethoughtabout,onlytobefeltasthesourceofherstrength.Thedestroyer,sherealized,wasthenameofthatvision,here,intheirworld.
"Yes,"shesaiddully,witheffort,"tothedestroyer."
Thensheclosedherhandsovertheedgeofthedesk,tosteadyherpurposeandherposture,andsaid,withthebitterhintofasmile,"Well,Eddie,let’sseewhattwoimpracticalpersons,likeyouandme,candoaboutpreventingthetramwrecks.
