Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Life
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"They?Who?"
Heglancedather,asifhehadletadangerouswordslipoutinvoluntarily,"We’veorganizedasetupwherewe—me,Orrenandafewfriends—aregoingtocontroleveryindustrialpropertysouthoftheborder."
"Whoseproperty?"
"Why...thepeople’s.Thisisnotanold-fashionedgrabforprivateprofit.It’sadealwithamission—aworthy,public-spiritedmission—tomanagethenationalizedpropertiesofthevariousPeople’sStatesofSouthAmerica,toteachtheirworkersourmoderntechniquesofproduction,tohelptheunderprivilegedwho’veneverhadachance,to—"Hebrokeoffabruptly,thoughshehadmerelysatlookingathimwithoutshiftingherglance."Youknow,"hesaidsuddenly,withacoldlittlechuckle,"ifyou’resodamnanxioustohidethatyoucamefromtheslums,yououghttobelessindifferenttothephilosophyofsocialwelfare.It’salwaysthepoorwholackhumanitarianinstincts.Onehastobeborntowealthinordertoknowthefinerfeelingsofaltruism."
"I’venevertriedtohidethatIcamefromtheslums,"shesaidinthesimple,impersonaltoneofafactualcorrection."AndIhaven’tanysympathyforthatwelfarephilosophy.I’veseenenoughofthemtoknowwhatmakesthekindofpoorwhowantsomethingfornothing.
