Атлант расправил плечи
The Concerto of Deliverance
"Therearenochancesleft."
"It’sonlyuntilwerecover!"criedHolloway.
"Thereisnowaytorecover."
"Onlyuntilourpoliciesbegintowork!"criedDr.Ferris.
"There’snowaytomaketheirrationalwork."Therewasnoanswer.
"Whatcansaveyounow?"
"Oh,you’lldosomething!"criedJamesTaggart.
Then—eventhoughitwasonlyasentencehehadheardallhislife—hefeltadeafeningcrashwithinhim,asofasteeldoordroppingopenatthetouchofthefinaltumbrel,theonesmallnumbercompletingthesumandreleasingtheintricatelock,theanswerunitingallthepieces,thequestionsandtheunsolvedwoundsofhislife.
Inthemomentofsilenceafterthecrash,itseemedtohimthatheheardFrancisco’svoice,askinghimquietlyintheballroomofthisbuilding,yetaskingitalsohereandnow:"Whoistheguiltiestmaninthisroom?"Heheardhisownanswerofthepast:"Isuppose—JamesTaggart?"andFrancisco’svoicesayingwithoutreproach:"No,Mr.Rearden,it’snotJamesTaggart,"—buthere,inthisroomandthismoment,hismindanswered:"Iam."
Hehadcursedtheselootersfortheirstubbornblindness?Itwashewhohadmadeitpossible.
