Атлант расправил плечи
The Egoist
"Ican,"shesaid,addressingMr.Thompson."You’retogiveup."
"Giveup?"herepeatedblankly.
"You’rethrough.Don’tyouseethatyou’rethrough?Whatelsedoyouneed,afterwhatyou’veheard?Giveupandgetoutoftheway.
Leavemenfreetoexist."Hewaslookingather,neitherobjectingnormoving."You’restillalive,you’reusingahumanlanguage,you’reaskingforanswers,you’recountingonreason—you’restillcountingonreason,Goddamnyou!You’reabletounderstand.Itisn’tpossiblethatyouhaven’tunderstood.There’snothingyoucannowpretendtohope,towantorgainorgraborreach.There’snothingbutdestructionahead,theworld’sandyourown.Giveupandgetout."
Theywerelisteningintently,butasiftheydidnothearherwords,asiftheywereclingingblindlytoaqualityshewasaloneamongthemtopossess:thequalityofbeingalive.Therewasasoundofexultantlaughterundertheangryviolenceofhervoice,herfacewaslifted,hereyesseemedtobegreetingsomespectacleatanincalculabledistance,sothattheglowingpatchonherforeheaddidnotlooklikethereflectionofastudiospotlight,butofasunrise.
"Youwishtolive,don’tyou?Getoutoftheway,ifyouwantachance.Letthosewhocan,takeover.Heknowswhattodo.Youdon’t.Heisabletocreatethemeansofhumansurvival.Youaren’t.
