Атлант расправил плечи
In the Name of the Best among us
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Shethoughtofitwhenshesawthethreeofthem—JohnGalt,Franciscod’Anconia,RagnarDanneskjold—looksilentlyatoneanotherforamoment.
SheglancedatRearden;hewasnotlookingdown,hewaslookingahead,asshehadseenhimlookatanuntouchedcountryside:withaglanceappraisingthepossibilitiesofaction.
Whenshelookedatthedarknessahead,anothermemoryroseinhermind—themomentwhen,circlingabovetheAftonairport,shehadseenthesilverbodyofaplaneriselikeaphoenixfromthedarknessoftheearth.Sheknewthatnow,atthishour,theirplanewascarryingallthatwasleftofNewYorkCity.
Shelookedahead.Theearthwouldbeasemptyasthespacewheretheirpropellerwascuttinganunobstructedpath—asemptyandasfree.
SheknewwhatNatTaggarthadfeltathisstartandwhynow,forthefirsttime,shewasfollowinghiminfullloyalty:theconfidentsenseoffacingavoidandofknowingthatonehasacontinenttobuild.
Shefeltthewholestruggleofherpastrisingbeforeheranddroppingaway,leavingherhere,ontheheightofthismoment.Shesmiled—andthewordsinhermind,appraisingandsealingthepast,werethewordsofcourage,prideanddedication,whichmostmenhadneverunderstood,thewordsofabusinessman’slanguage:"Pricenoobject.
