Атлант расправил плечи
The Generator
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"Whatweaponsdidyoubring?"
"None.Mynameissufficient."
"Youcameherealone,withyournameandyourcar?"
"Idid."
CuffyMeigsburstoutlaughinginhisface.
"Doyouthink,"askedDr.Stadler,"thatyoucanoperateaninstallationofthiskind?"
"Runalong,Professor,runalong!Beatit,beforeIhaveyoushot!
We’vegotnouseforintellectualsaroundhere!"
"Howmuchdoyouknowaboutthis?"Dr.StadlerpointedattheXylophone.
"Whocares?Techniciansareadimeadozenthesedays!Beatit!
Thisain’tWashington!I’mthroughwiththoseimpracticaldreamersinWashington!Theywon’tgetanywhere,bargainingwiththatradioghostandmakingspeeches!Action—that’swhat’sneeded!Directaction!
Beatit,Doc!Yourdayisover!"Hewasweavingunsteadilybackandforth,catchingataleveroftheXylophoneonceinawhile.Dr.StadlerrealizedthatMeigswasdrunk.
"Don’ttouchthoselevers,youfool!"
Meigsjerkedhishandbackinvoluntarily,thenwaveditdefiantlyatthepanel.