Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Life
"You’renotcapableoflove,youcheaplittlegold-digger!"hecriedsuddenly,inatonestrippedofallcolorbutthedesiretohurt."Yes,Isaidgold-digger.Therearemanyformsofit,otherthangreedformoney,otherandworse.You’reagold-diggerofthespirit.Youdidn’tmarrymeformycash—butyoumarriedmeformyabilityorcourageorwhatevervalueitwasthatyousetasthepriceofyourlove!"
"Doyouwant...love...tobe...causeless?"
"Loveisitsowncause!Loveisabovecausesandreasons.Loveisblind.Butyouwouldn’tbecapableofit.Youhavethemean,scheming,calculatinglittlesoulofashopkeeperwhotrades,butnevergives!
Loveisagift—agreat,free,unconditionalgiftthattranscendsandforgiveseverything.What’sthegenerosityoflovingamanforhisvirtues?
Whatdoyougivehim?Nothing.It’snomorethancoldjustice.Nomorethanhe’searned."
Hereyesweredarkwiththedangerousintensityofglimpsinghergoal."Youwantittobeunearned,"shesaid,notinthetoneofaquestion,butofaverdict.
"Oh,youdon’tunderstand!"
"Yes,Jim,Ido.That’swhatyouwant—that’swhatallofyoureallywant—notmoney,notmaterialbenefits,noteconomicsecurity,notanyofthehandoutsyoukeepdemanding.
