Атлант расправил плечи
Their Brothers’ Keepers
I’llbedamnedifI’llstandbyandletthosemenbedestroyedwhilethepullpeddlersgrowrich!"
HewaslookingattheimageofasighthehadseeninMinnesota:thesilhouetteofanabandonedfactory,withthelightofthesunsetstreaming,unopposed,throughtheholesofitswindowsandthecracksofitsroof,withtheremnantofasign:WardHarvesterCompany.
"Oh,Iknow,"hesaid."We’llsavethemthiswinter,butthelooterswilldevourthemnextyear.Still,we’llsavethemthiswinter...
Well,that’swhyIwon’tbeabletosmuggleanyrailforyou.Notintheimmediatefuture—andthere’snothinglefttousbuttheimmediatefuture.Idon’tknowwhatistheuseoffeedingacountry,ifitlosesitsrailroads—butwhatistheuseofrailroadswherethereisnofood?
Whatistheuse,anyway?"
"It’sallright,Hank,We’lllastwithsuchrailaswehave,for—"
Shestopped.
"Foramonth?"
"Forthewinter—Ihope."
Cuttingacrosstheirsilence,ashrillvoicereachedthemfromanothertable,andtheyturnedtolookatamanwhohadthejitterymannerofacorneredgangsterabouttoreachforhisgun."Anactofanti-socialdestruction,"hewassnarlingtoasullencompanion,"atatimewhenthere’ssuchadesperateshortageofcopper!...
