Атлант расправил плечи
Their Brothers’ Keepers
He’llwriteoutanorderforeverysignalandswitch,he’llpicksomemenasrunnersandthey’llkeepdeliveringtheorderstoeverypost—anditwilltakehourstodowhatusedtotakeminutes,butwe’llgetthosewaitingtrainsintotheTerminalandoutontheroad—"
"We’retoworkitthatwayallnight?"
"Andalldaytomorrow—untiltheengineerwho’sgotthebrainsforit,showsyouhowtorepairtheinterlocker."
"There’snothingintheunioncontractsaboutmenstandingwithlanterns.There’sgoingtobetrouble.Theunionwillobject."
"Letthemcometome."
"TheUnificationBoardwillobject."
"I’llberesponsible."
"Well,Iwouldn’twanttobeheldforgivingtheorders—"
"I’llgivetheorders."
Shesteppedoutonthelandingoftheironstairwaythathungonthesideofthetower;shewasfightingforself-control.Itseemedtoherforamomentasifshe,too,wereaprecisioninstrumentofhightechnology,leftwithoutelectriccurrent,tryingtorunatranscontinentalrailroadbymeansofhertwohands.Shelookedoutatthegreat,silentdarknessoftheTaggartunderground—andshefeltastabofburninghumiliationthatsheshouldnowseeitbroughtdowntothelevelwherehumanlamppostswouldstandinitstunnelsasitslastmemorialstatues.
