Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Life
Idon’twanttofeelit,Ikeeppushingitback,butit’scomingcloserandIknowIhavenoplacetorun...Ican’texplainwhatitfeelslike,Ican’tcatchholdofit—andthat’spartoftheterror,thatyoucan’tcatchholdofanything—it’sasifthewholeworldweresuddenlydestroyed,butnotbyanexplosion—anexplosionissomethinghardandsolid—butdestroyedby...bysomehorriblekindofsoftening...asifnothingweresolid,nothingheldanyshapeatall,andyoucouldpokeyourfingerthroughstonewallsandthestonewouldgive,likejelly,andmountainswouldslither,andbuildingswouldswitchtheirshapeslikeclouds—andthatwouldbetheendoftheworld,notfireandbrimstone,butgoo."
"Cherryl...Cherryl,youpoorkid,therehavebeencenturiesofphilosophersplottingtoturntheworldintojustthat—todestroypeople’smindsbymakingthembelievethatthat’swhatthey’reseeing.
Butyoudon’thavetoacceptit.Youdon’thavetoseethroughtheeyesofothers,holdontoyours,standonyourownjudgment,youknowthatwhatis,is—sayitaloud,liketheholiestofprayers,anddon’tletanyonetellyouotherwise."
"But...butnothingis,anymore.Jimandhisfriends—they’renot.Idon’tknowwhatI’mlookingat,whenI’mamongthem,Idon’tknowwhatI’mhearingwhentheyspeak...it’snotreal,anyofit,it’ssomeghastlysortofactthatthey’reallgoingthrough...andIdon’tknowwhatthey’reafter...
