Атлант расправил плечи
The Egoist
Shelookedattheshapesoftheslums,atthecrumblingplaster,thepeelingpaint,thefadingsignboardsoffailingshopswithunwantedgoodsinunwashedwindows,thesaggingstepsunsafetoclimb,theclotheslinesofgarmentsunfittowear,theundone,theunattended,thegivenup,theincomplete,allthetwistedmonumentsofalosingraceagainsttwoenemies:"notime"and"nostrength"—andshethoughtthatthiswastheplacewherehehadlivedfortwelveyears,hewhopossessedsuchextravagantpowertolightenthejobofhumanexistence.
Somememorykeptstrugglingtoreachher,thencameback:itsnamewasStarnesville.Shefeltthesensationofashudder.ButthisisNewYorkCity!—shecriedtoherselfindefenseofthegreatnessshehadloved;thenshefacedwithunmovingausteritytheverdictpronouncedbyhermind:acitythathadlefthimintheseslumsfortwelveyearswasdamnedanddoomedtothefutureofStarnesville.
Then,abruptly,itceasedtomatter;shefeltapeculiarshock,liketheshockofsuddensilence,asenseofstillnesswithinher,whichshetookforasenseofcalm:shesawthenumber"367"abovethedoorofanancienttenement.
