Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Life
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Hecrossedtheroomandpickedupacigarette,forthepleasureofpaddinginhisstockingfeetpasttheformaleleganceofhercostume.
"Iwasbored,"heanswered.
"Ican’tstandthem,"shesaid,withalittleshudder;heglancedatherinastonishment:thewordssoundedinvoluntaryandsincere."Ican’tstandSenorGonzalesandthatwhorehe’sgothimselfforawife.
It’sdisgustingthatthey’vebecomesofashionable,theyandtheirparties.Idon’tfeellikegoinganywhereanylonger.It’snotthesamestyleanymore,notthesamespirit.Ihaven’trunintoBalphEubankformonths,orDr.Pritchett,oranyoftheboys.Andallthosenewfacesthatlooklikebutcher’sassistants!Afterall,ourcrowdweregentlemen."
"Yeah,"hesaidreflectively."Yeah,there’ssomefunnykindofdifference.It’slikeontherailroad,too:IcouldgetalongwithGemWeatherby,hewascivilized,butCuffyMeigs—that’ssomethingelseagain,that’s..."Hestoppedabruptly.
"It’sperfectlypreposterous,"shesaid,inthetoneofachallengetothespaceatlarge."Theycan’tgetawaywithit."
Shedidnotexplain"who"or"withwhat."Heknewwhatshemeant.Throughamomentofsilence,theylookedasiftheywereclingingtoeachotherforreassurance.
Inthenextmoment,hewasthinkingwithpleasurableamusementthatLillianwasbeginningtoshowherage.