Атлант расправил плечи
Their Brothers’ Keepers
Philip’smomentofgraspingasuddenrevelationwasnotaccomplishedbymeansofthought,butbymeansofthatdarksensationwhichwashisonlymodeofconsciousness:hefeltasensationofterror,squeezinghisthroat,shiveringdownintohisstomach—hewasseeingthespreadofthemills,withtherovingstreamersofflame,withtheladlesofmoltenmetalsailingthroughspaceondelicatecables,withopenpitsthecolorofglowingcoal,withcranescomingathishead,poundingpast,holdingtonsofsteelbytheinvisiblepowerofmagnets—andheknewthathewasafraidofthisplace,afraidtothedeath,thathedarednotmovewithouttheprotectionandguidanceofthemanbeforehim—thenhelookedatthetall,straightfigurestandingcasuallystill,thefigurewiththeunflinchingeyeswhosesighthadcutthroughrockandflametobuildthisplace—andthenheknewhoweasilythemanhewasproposingtocompelcouldletasinglebucketofmetaltiltoverasecondaheadofitstimeorletasinglecranedropitsloadafootshortofitsgoal,andtherewouldbenothingleftofhim,ofPhiliptheclaimant—andhisonlyprotectionlayinthefactthathismindwouldthinkofsuchactions,butthemindofHankReardenwouldnot.
"Butwe’dbetterkeepitonafriendlybasis,"saidPhilip.
"You’dbetter,"saidReardenandwalkedaway.
Menwhoworshippain—thoughtRearden,staringattheimageoftheenemieshehadneverbeenabletounderstand—they’remenwhoworshippain.
