Атлант расправил плечи
The Egoist
Bytheway,areyoulettinghimhearanynewsaboutthestateofthecountry?"
"Why...no."
"Iwouldsuggestthatyoulethimhavecopiesofyourconfidentialreports.He’llseethatitwon’tbelongnow."
"That’sagoodidea!Averygoodidea!...Youknow,MissTaggart,"hesaidsuddenly,withthesoundofsomedesperateclinginginhisvoice,"IfeelbetterwheneverItalktoyou.It’sbecauseItrustyou.Idon’ttrustanybodyaroundme.Butyou—you’redifferent.
You’resolid."
Shewaslookingunflinchinglystraightathim."Thankyou,Mr.Thompson,"shesaid.
Ithadbeeneasy,shethought—untilshewalkedoutintothestreetandnoticedthatunderhercoat,herblousewasstickingdamplytohershoulderblades.
Weresheabletofeel—shethoughtasshewalkedthroughtheconcourseoftheTerminal—shewouldknowthattheheavyindifferenceshenowfeltforherrailroadwashatred.Shecouldnotgetridofthefeelingthatshewasrunningnothingbutfreighttrains:thepassengers,toher,werenotlivingorhuman.Itseemedsenselesstowastesuchenormouseffortonpreventingcatastrophes,onprotectingthesafetyoftrainscarryingnothingbutinanimateobjects.
