Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Life
Yourconstantaskingofawhyforeverything.WhatI’mtalkingaboutcan’tbeputintowords.Itcan’tbenamed.Ithastobefelt.
Eitheryoufeelitoryoudon’t.It’snotathingofthemind,butoftheheart.Don’tyoueverfeel?Justfeel,withoutaskingallthosequestions?Can’tyouunderstandmeasahumanbeing,notasifIwereascientificobjectinalaboratory?Thegreatunderstandingthattranscendsourshabbywordsandhelplessminds...No,IguessIshouldn’tlookforit.ButI’llalwaysseekandhope.You’remylasthope.You’reallIhave."
Shestoodatthewall,withoutmoving.
"Ineedyou,"hewailedsoftly."I’mallalone.You’renotliketheothers.Ibelieveinyou.Itrustyou.Whathasallthatmoneyandfameandbusinessandstrugglegivenme?You’reallIhave..."
Shestoodwithoutmovingandthedirectionofherglance,loweredtolookdownathim,wastheonlyformofrecognitionshegavehim.
Thethingshesaidabouthissufferingwerelies,shethought;butthesufferingwasreal;hewasamantornbysomecontinualanguish,whichheseemedunabletotellher,butwhich,perhaps,shecouldlearntounderstand.Shestillowedhimthismuch—shethought,withthegraynessofasenseofduty—inpaymentforthepositionhehadgivenher,which,perhaps,wasallhehadtogive,sheowedhimanefforttounderstandhim.
