Атлант расправил плечи
Their Brothers’ Keepers
Itwasasifshewerereachingthelimitofhercapacitytofeel,yetwhatshefeltwaslikeacryofimpatientdemand,whichshewasnowincapableofnaming,exceptthatithadthesamequalityofambitionasthecourseofherlife,thesameinexhaustiblequalityofradiantgreed.
Hepulledherheadbackforamoment,tolookstraightintohereyes,toletherseehis,toletherknowthefullmeaningoftheiractions,asifthrowingthespotlightofconsciousnessuponthemforthemeetingoftheireyesinamomentofintimacygreaterthantheonetocome.
Thenshefeltthemeshofburlapstrikingtheskinofhershoulders,shefoundherselflyingonthebrokensandbags,shesawthelong,tightgleamofherstockings,shefelthismouthpressedtoherankle,thenrisinginatorturedmotionupthelineofherleg,asifhewishedtoownitsshapebymeansofhislips,thenshefeltherteethsinkingintothefleshofhisarm,shefeltthesweepofhiselbowknockingherheadasideandhismouthseizingherlipswithapressuremoreviciouslypainfulthanhers—thenshefelt,whenithitherthroat,thatwhichsheknewonlyasanupwardstreakofmotionthatreleasedandunitedherbodyintoasingleshockofpleasure—thensheknewnothingbutthemotionofhisbodyandthedrivinggreedthatwentreachingonandon,asifshewerenotapersonanylonger,onlyasensationofendlessreachingfortheimpossible—thensheknewthatitwaspossible,andshegaspedandlaystill,knowingthatnothingmorecouldbedesired,ever.
