Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Life
Afterawhile,shesawthatshewaswalkingdownalitteredsidewalkinadarkneighborhood,withanelectricbulbglaringinthecaveofasubwayentranceandalightedbillboardadvertisingsodacrackersontheblackroofofalaundry.Shedidnotrememberhowshehadcomehere.Hermindseemedtoworkinbrokenspurts,withoutconnections.
Sheknewonlythatshehadtoescapeandthatescapewasimpossible.
ShehadtoescapefromJim,shethought.Where?—sheasked,lookingaroundherwithaglancelikeacryofprayer.Shewouldhaveseizeduponajobinafive-and-ten,orinthatlaundry,orinanyofthedismalshopsshepassed.Butshewouldwork,shethought,andthehardersheworked,themoremalevolenceshewoulddrawfromthepeoplearoundher,andshewouldnotknowwhentruthwouldbeexpectedofherandwhenalie,butthestricterherhonesty,thegreaterthefraudshewouldbeaskedtosufferattheirhands.Shehadseenitbeforeandhadborneit,inthehomeofherfamily,intheshopsoftheslums,butshehadthoughtthatthesewereviciousexceptions,chanceevils,toescapeandforget.
