Атлант расправил плечи
“This is John Galt speaking”
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Thehandoftheclockwentslicingofftheminutes,whilepressphotographersclickedtheircamerasatMr.Thompson’ssourlyimpatientface.
"Mr.Thompsonwillsitbetweenscienceandindustry!"ChickMorrisonannounced."Dr.Stadler,please—thechaironMr.Thompson’sleft.MissTaggart—thisway,please—onMr.Thompson’sright."
Dr.Stadlerobeyed.Shedidnotmove.
"It’snotjustforthepress,it’sforthetelevisionaudiences,"ChickMorrisonexplainedtoher,inthetoneofaninducement.
Shemadeastepforward."Iwillnottakepartinthisprogram,"shesaidevenly,addressingMr.Thompson.
"Youwon’t?"heaskedblankly,withthekindoflookhewouldhavewornifoneoftheflowervaseshadsuddenlyrefusedtoperformitspart.
"Dagny,forChrist’ssake!"criedJamesTaggartinpanic.
"What’sthematterwithher?"askedMr.Thompson.
"But,MissTaggart!Why?"criedChickMorrison.
"Youallknowwhy,"shesaidtothefacesaroundher."Youshouldhaveknownbetterthantotrythatagain."
"MissTaggart!"yelledChickMorrison,assheturnedtogo."It’sanationalemer—"
ThenamancamerushingtowardMr.Thompson,andshestopped,asdideveryoneelse—andthelookontheman’sfacesweptthecrowdintoanabruptlytotalsilence.
